Love's Perfect Match

"I don't have much to say. I genuinely hope you refrain from troubling my wife any further, and I sincerely hope you fully
comprehend the consequences of your actions," Callum stated.
"What do you mean by that?" Slevin raised an eyebrow.
"It's simply the literal meaning."
"Since that's the case, I'm sorry to disappoint you. If Miss Lynwood refuses to cooperate with me, I cannot guarantee that nothing
untoward might happen."
After hearing this threat, Callum sneered coldly and said, "In that case, I'm intrigued to see what you're capable of and what you
can do."
Suddenly, Slevin slammed the table and swiftly rose to his feet. Instantaneously, a wave of tension swept through the room,
casting an atmosphere thick with unease and apprehension. After a momentary pause, he gradually released his tightly clenched
hand, his voice resonating with a chilling undertone that he forcefully restrained. "Mr. Winthrop, if you are willing to cooperate
with me, I assure you that I have no intentions of causing any harm or taking any adverse actions toward you."
"My wife has made it clear that she won't cooperate."
"Fine then. Escort Mr. Winthrop out."
Following his words, Slevin gestured to the person beside him, prompting an immediate response as someone stepped forward
with a humble demeanor, bowing respectfully while speaking, "Mr. Winthrop, our CEO requests that you leave."
Afterward, Callum responded with a cold, contemptuous snort before turning on his heel and resolutely walking away.
Meanwhile, Slevin watched his departing figure and an inexplicable sense of foreboding welling up within his heart. "Why do I
feel like this man is not as simple as I imagined?"
However, his assistant beside him smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Damazio, I think you're overthinking. You've investigated his
background, and he's just the CEO of a corporation."

"Does his attitude of coming here today and threatening me seem like that of an ordinary CEO?"
After hearing this, the assistant was stunned into silence, entirely at a loss for words. Then, he asked, "Are you suggesting this
man has another identity?"
"While the situation remains unclear, I strongly sense there is more to him than meets the eye. I suggest conducting further
investigation to delve deeper into his background."
Then, the assistant nodded in compliance and slipped out of sight.
...
Meanwhile, Yelena stood at the doorstep of the Damazio Residence. She hesitated, her hand tentatively hovering before the
door as she was unable to gather the courage to knock. Since she had previously left on her own volition, she wasn't sure how
Simone would react to her return.
Nevertheless, Yelena summoned her courage, knowing it was imperative for Hank's safety, and firmly knocked on the door.
This time, it was not Simone who answered the door but the Damazio Family's nanny instead. "May I ask who you're looking
for?"
Yelena hesitated momentarily and then asked, "Is Hank here?"
After hearing this, the nanny's expression immediately turned wary, and she queried, "What business do you have with Mr.
Damazio?"
Yelena lowered her head and stammered, "I... I am concerned about his safety, so I came to see him. Can you let me in?"
"Miss Sullivan, I understand why you're here, but I'm sorry. Mr. Damazio is not available to receive guests at the moment."
The nanny recognized her, recalling when Yelena and Hank were in a relationship and he had brought her home on previous

occasions. However, he had explicitly instructed the nanny not to disclose his situation to Yelena, leaving her with no alternative
but to comply with his wishes.
"Please. I just want to see him once and promise that as long as he's safe, I'll leave immediately." Yelena's heartfelt plea tugged
at the nanny's heart.
"Miss Sullivan, I implore you not to make things difficult for me. This isn't appropriate. You two have already broken up, so please
stop entangling each other. Moreover, Mr. Damazio's words were quite harsh then, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for you." The
nanny was unwilling to witness this kind-hearted girl being repeatedly hurt, so she offered her sincere advice to Yelena and
urged Yelena to leave.
"Madam, please believe me. I promise that I will leave immediately after seeing him." Yelena was aware that her actions might
seem foolish to others, but she couldn't find peace within herself until she witnessed Hank's well-being with her own eyes.
Nonetheless, the nanny could do nothing but lower her voice and secretly tell Yelena the truth.
"Actually... Mr. Damazio is critically ill now and receiving treatment at the hospital, so he's not at home. I can't help you even if
you come to me."
Yelena's eyes widened in disbelief as she processed the information. "What? Is his condition truly that serious?"
"Miss Sullivan, I genuinely don't have any further information to provide, no matter how much you inquire. That's all I can share."
After saying this, the nanny's heart sank as she realized she had broken her promise to Simone and Hank by revealing the
situation to Yelena.
"Can you tell me which hospital he's in?"
"I can't disclose that."
Yelena's mind raced as she recalled why she had left the Damazio Residence. However, in light of this newfound information,
her first instinct was to reach out to Elspeth. Accordingly, she briefly explained her current predicament to Elspeth, hoping that
her friend would lend a hand in locating the hospital where Hank was receiving treatment. Within moments, Elspeth found the

hospital and promptly shared its location with Yelena.

As Yelena arrived at the hospital, she discovered that Hank had been informed about her knowledge of his address.
Consequently, he had instructed the people at the entrance not to allow her inside his room. Desperate, she pleaded fervently at
the door. "Please, let me in. I want to see Hank. I need to know his condition. Why is he critically ill?"
Meanwhile, Simone stood at the door, her appearance marked by exhaustion and noticeable weight loss due to the recent
upheavals she had endured. Then, she uttered, "Yellie, it's not that I refuse to let you in. It's Hank who doesn't want you to come
inside."
Despite the discouraging situation, Yelena refused to give up. Her determination shone through as she pleaded, "Please, just let
me in to see him. Perhaps with Elspeth's assistance, I can help with his condition."
If it were in the past, Simone might have entertained some expectations, but she had come to realize that her son's illness was
not as straightforward as Yelena believed. Hence, she explained, "Yellie, let me be honest. Hank's condition isn't simply a result
of an epidemic as he hasn't been infected. It's an inherited disease within our family, passed down every third generation.
Unfortunately, it's his turn this time."
Nonetheless, Yelena found herself utterly taken aback by the revelation, leaving her rooted to the spot, frozen in disbelief.
"What? An inherited disease?"
"The Damazio Family carries a hidden hereditary disease that surfaces once every three generations. Those afflicted with the
disease do not live past the age of 25. Their bodies begin to deteriorate at 24, experiencing gradual aging and eventual organ
failure. When I gave birth to Hank, I underwent thorough examinations, and there was no indication of any issue. I cannot fathom
why it has suddenly appeared now. Regrettably, there is no known treatment for this disease. So, Yellie, it was for your well-
being, regardless of the reasons that Hank broke up with you. I hope you will understand and refrain from coming to see him any
further, allowing him to find peace of mind in his difficult circumstances."
Suddenly, Yelena's emotions overwhelmed her, and she couldn't hold back the tears that welled up inside. "Mrs. Damazio, if
things are as you've described, I cannot bring myself to break up with him."