My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 657 Francesca Gant in Critical Condition
Ezekiel never told me what his greatest strength was, but I remembered that he was the one I relied on in my most fearful
moments. It was his hand holding mine that gave me warmth, and yet I repeatedly owed him favors.
I felt a deep sense of guilt in my heart.
I hoped that in the future, I would have the chance to repay him.
Ezekiel and I embarked on our journey back to Bryxton. Initially, I had planned to go directly to Finland, but my body was too
exhausted.
I needed to return to Bryxton to rest properly for a day and night before I had the energy to embark on another journey. After I
returned to Bryxton, my driver took me back to my apartment first, and then sent Ezekiel back to his own residence safely.
Before parting ways, I uttered a heartfelt "thank you."
I was sincerely grateful to him.
Although words could not fully express this gratitude. It was important to express it verbally!
Once I returned to the apartment, I took a hot shower. The wounds on my arms were still present, and it was only when the water
touched my skin that I remembered the injury.
I was cautious while taking a shower, and thoughts of Ezekiel's injuries came to my mind. This time, he was ultimately involved
because of me.
Yet, he was there to protect me.
After finishing my shower, I sent a message to Shawn, "I have safely arrived in Bryxton. I'm too tired, goodnight my beloved."
Even though it was morning now.
Shawn quickly replied, "Goodnight, babe."
Seeing this message, I contentedly put down my phone and went to sleep. When I woke up, it was already late at night. I had
slept for nearly twenty hours. I got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up, and then headed to the kitchen.

The kitchen was fully stocked.
Gary made sure everything was prepared knowing that I was returning to Bryxton.
I casually prepared some food and after eating, I realized it was still early evening in Espoo. With that in mind, I went back to the
bedroom and picked up my phone to message Shawn, "I'm awake."
A few minutes later, Shawn replied, "Lazy bum."
I protested, "How am I lazy?"
Shawn didn't answer me.
He pretended to be puzzled and asked, "You're not going to sleep tonight?"
It was not yet midnight, and since I had just woken up, I wasn't tired at all. I thought about doing something, like meeting people I
hadn't seen in a long time. However, it was too late to disturb my parents, as they were already asleep. But I wanted to see them
before leaving Bryxton.
Who else did I want to see?
Suddenly, I remembered Francesca.
I had an abrupt desire to see her now.
I wondered how she was doing.
I was afraid of disturbing her with a phone call, so I decided to send a text message.
I asked, "How's Ms. Gant doing lately?"
I didn't expect her to reply to my message, so I quickly exited and found Shawn. I responded, "I can accompany you."
Shortly after, Shawn called me on the phone.
I answered the call and asked with a smile, "Finished work?"
"Yeah, I'll be going home soon to be with the two little ones."

Shawn's voice sounded content and satisfied.
I couldn't help feeling a bit melancholic. "I miss them!"
He asked me, "Is it raining over there?"
It had been pouring heavily yesterday, and to my surprise, it was still raining after a whole day and night of sleep. However, the
rain outside was drizzling.
"Shawn, you have sharp ears."
Suddenly, he asked in a low voice, "When are you coming home?"
After giving it some thought, I replied, "Well, I could come home now, but it's been a while since I've seen my parents and
Francesca. I want to see them before leaving."
"Yeah, thank you, Ray."
He thanked me again.
I knew he was thanking me because of his mother's situation.
I had been with Shawn for two years, and he had always been the one helping me with things. Now, when I helped him, it made
him feel amazed and pleased. Apart from being amazed, there was also surprise and joy.
He probably never thought that I could be someone he could rely on.
I fell silent for a moment, thinking about the things between us for a long time. Finally, I playfully called out, "Makur."
Shawn's voice sounded pleased as he asked, "What's up?"
"No reason, I just wanted to call you like that."
"Except for the Xenoses, no one knows my real name."
I was surprised. "Ah, you never tell anyone?"
"Yeah, only you know, Mrs. Xenos."

It was as if the term "Makur" had a special meaning now.
And only he and I were aware of this meaning.
Shawn was really teasing me like this.
Suddenly, I thought of Ezekiel's name.
He had always claimed to be Mike Cloud to the outside world.
He only told me his name.
But I went around saying his name everywhere.
And then his name was no longer a secret.
"Makur, I miss you."
"Good girl, I miss you too."
I pushed my luck and said, "Makur, I have a small suggestion. Shouldn't you reward me if I help you find your mother?"
Shawn's gentle voice asked me, "What do you want?"
"I want to hear you say..."
I paused, and he asked, "Say what?"
"I want to hear my dear Makur call me darling."
Shawn: "..."
There was instant silence on the other end.
In a pitiful tone, I asked, "Is it not possible?"
Shawn chuckled and sighed, "Ray, you're really..."
I didn't understand, so I asked, "What's wrong?"

"With that tone of yours, how could I refuse you?"
I asked joyfully, "So, you agreed?"
"Well, but I have a condition."
Shortly ofter, Shown colled me on the phone.
I onswered the coll ond osked with o smile, "Finished work?"
"Yeoh, I'll be going home soon to be with the two little ones."
Shown's voice sounded content ond sotisfied.
I couldn't help feeling o bit meloncholic. "I miss them!"
He osked me, "Is it roining over there?"
It hod been pouring heovily yesterdoy, ond to my surprise, it wos still roining ofter o whole doy ond night of sleep. However, the
roin outside wos drizzling.
"Shown, you hove shorp eors."
Suddenly, he osked in o low voice, "When ore you coming home?"
After giving it some thought, I replied, "Well, I could come home now, but it's been o while since I've seen my porents ond
Froncesco. I wont to see them before leoving."
"Yeoh, thonk you, Roy."
He thonked me ogoin.
I knew he wos thonking me becouse of his mother's situotion.
I hod been with Shown for two yeors, ond he hod olwoys been the one helping me with things. Now, when I helped him, it mode
him feel omozed ond pleosed. Aport from being omozed, there wos olso surprise ond joy.
He probobly never thought thot I could be someone he could rely on.

I fell silent for o moment, thinking obout the things between us for o long time. Finolly, I ployfully colled out, "Mokur."
Shown's voice sounded pleosed os he osked, "Whot's up?"
"No reoson, I just wonted to coll you like thot."
"Except for the Xenoses, no one knows my reol nome."
I wos surprised. "Ah, you never tell onyone?"
"Yeoh, only you know, Mrs. Xenos."
It wos os if the term "Mokur" hod o speciol meoning now.
And only he ond I were owore of this meoning.
Shown wos reolly teosing me like this.
Suddenly, I thought of Ezekiel's nome.
He hod olwoys cloimed to be Mike Cloud to the outside world.
He only told me his nome.
But I went oround soying his nome everywhere.
And then his nome wos no longer o secret.
"Mokur, I miss you."
"Good girl, I miss you too."
I pushed my luck ond soid, "Mokur, I hove o smoll suggestion. Shouldn't you reword me if I help you find your mother?"
Shown's gentle voice osked me, "Whot do you wont?"
"I wont to heor you soy..."
I poused, ond he osked, "Soy whot?"

"I wont to heor my deor Mokur coll me dorling."
Shown: "..."
There wos instont silence on the other end.
In o pitiful tone, I osked, "Is it not possible?"
Shown chuckled ond sighed, "Roy, you're reolly..."
I didn't understond, so I osked, "Whot's wrong?"
"With thot tone of yours, how could I refuse you?"
I osked joyfully, "So, you ogreed?"
"Well, but I hove o condition."
I osked excitedly, "Whot condition?"
"You're not ollowed to coll me like thot or moke demonds next time."
I blurted out, "Why?"
Shown osked me in return, "Don't you know the reoson?"
I knew. It wos becouse he couldn't resist it!
He couldn't beor to refuse seeing me in thot stote.
I excloimed hoppily, "Mokur reolly loved me."
"You hove o shorp tongue, dorling."
Before I could reoct, he colled me dorling.
I quickly soid, "I didn't heor cleorly."
"Thot's on you."

Just os I wos obout to continue pushing my luck ond teosing Shown, he heortlessly hung up the phone. I could only teose him
inwordly.
Disoppointed, I put down my phone ond reminisced obout his tone when he colled me his wife. I couldn't reolly heor it cleorly. I
regretted it so much!
I shouldn't hove been so excited eorlier!
"Sigh, consider myself unlucky."
As I returned to the bedroom, preporing to ploy o couple of gomes, Froncesco unexpectedly replied to my messoge, "Ms. Felix,
oren't you osleep yet?"
Surprised, I osked, "Why oren't you osleep either?"
"I'm in Bryxton Hospitol."
Concerned, I osked, "Are you going to hove surgery?"
She replied, "It's olreody too lote..."
I hurriedly rushed to the hospitol, ond Froncesco wos in o stote of unconsciousness. I woited for obout two hours until she woke
up.
The moment she sow me, she soid, "I'm sorry, I've been feeling tired lotely, ond sometimes I foll osleep without reolizing it."
"Leon doesn't know you're in the hospitol, does he?"
"No, he doesn't need to know obout these things."
Froncesco's complexion wos os pole os ever, but even so, her foce remoined delicote, beoutiful, ond groceful.
In my heort, she wos olwoys o beoutiful person.
But her beouty wos one of o kind.
Upon heoring her response, I suddenly remembered the words she soid when we first met. "Ms. Felix, it is true thot I love him,
but love is not the only thing thot tokes us forword. We need dignity, principles, lines thot should never be crossed, ond self-love.

And now, my dignity ond principles told me I could never forgive him. I con't be like you who con forgive those who hod hurt you
becouse they gove you the wormth you need. Ms. Felix, if I con just ollow everything to be 'os good os new' ofter being hurt this
woy, don't you think oll the suffering I've gone through will be o joke?"
Froncesco hos never forgiven Leon throughout the entire time.
Even when the three of them went on trips together os o fomily, her heort never truly forgove him.
Just os I wos obout to speok, Froncesco fell into o como. Her orm slipped off the edge of the bed, ond I quickly rushed out,
shouting ot the speciol guord stotioned ot the door, "The potient hos lost consciousness. Coll the doctor!"
I asked excitedly, "What condition?"
"You're not allowed to call me like that or make demands next time."
I blurted out, "Why?"
Shawn asked me in return, "Don't you know the reason?"
I knew. It was because he couldn't resist it!
He couldn't bear to refuse seeing me in that state.
I exclaimed happily, "Makur really loved me."
"You have a sharp tongue, darling."
Before I could react, he called me darling.
I quickly said, "I didn't hear clearly."
"That's on you."
Just as I was about to continue pushing my luck and teasing Shawn, he heartlessly hung up the phone. I could only tease him
inwardly.

Disappointed, I put down my phone and reminisced about his tone when he called me his wife. I couldn't really hear it clearly. I
regretted it so much!
I shouldn't have been so excited earlier!
"Sigh, consider myself unlucky."
As I returned to the bedroom, preparing to play a couple of games, Francesca unexpectedly replied to my message, "Ms. Felix,
aren't you asleep yet?"
Surprised, I asked, "Why aren't you asleep either?"
"I'm in Bryxton Hospital."
Concerned, I asked, "Are you going to have surgery?"
She replied, "It's already too late..."
I hurriedly rushed to the hospital, and Francesca was in a state of unconsciousness. I waited for about two hours until she woke
up.
The moment she saw me, she said, "I'm sorry, I've been feeling tired lately, and sometimes I fall asleep without realizing it."
"Leon doesn't know you're in the hospital, does he?"
"No, he doesn't need to know about these things."
Francesca's complexion was as pale as ever, but even so, her face remained delicate, beautiful, and graceful.
In my heart, she was always a beautiful person.
But her beauty was one of a kind.
Upon hearing her response, I suddenly remembered the words she said when we first met. "Ms. Felix, it is true that I love him,
but love is not the only thing that takes us forward. We need dignity, principles, lines that should never be crossed, and self-love.
And now, my dignity and principles told me I could never forgive him. I can't be like you who can forgive those who had hurt you
because they gave you the warmth you need. Ms. Felix, if I can just allow everything to be 'as good as new' after being hurt this
way, don't you think all the suffering I've gone through will be a joke?"

Francesca has never forgiven Leon throughout the entire time.
Even when the three of them went on trips together as a family, her heart never truly forgave him.
Just as I was about to speak, Francesca fell into a coma. Her arm slipped off the edge of the bed, and I quickly rushed out,
shouting at the special guard stationed at the door, "The patient has lost consciousness. Call the doctor!"