Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 199: Miles Sinclair Is Not a Good Person
Hearing the familiar voice, Cecilia Nathan looked up and finally saw Damian Hawthorne.
Cecilia saw that Damian’s hand was bandaged. He wore a comfortable-looking jacket, and another bandage was wrapped around his waist, making him look rather weak.
’He’s hurt?!’
Cecilia then remembered that Damian’s car had been following Miles Sinclair’s. If Miles had slammed on the brakes, Damian would have had to do the same to avoid a collision.
Slamming on the brakes inevitably leads to a crash.
When Damian Hawthorne noticed Cecilia staring at him, he casually averted his gaze and, at the doctor’s insistence, walked into his hospital room.
Looking at the ice-cold Damian Hawthorne, Cecilia’s expression was as calm as still water.
"Cecilia..." Chloe Sutton glanced at Damian, and as a thought struck her, she stormed over angrily. "Damian Hawthorne!"
Damian Hawthorne stopped and shot Chloe a sideways glance. "What do you want?"
"You were the one tailgating Miles Sinclair, weren’t you? Are you insane? Chasing Cecilia and him through the city like that—do you have any idea how easily that could have gotten someone killed?" Chloe had only learned from the news footage that Damian was the reason Miles had crashed.
Although Damian hadn’t actually hit Miles’s car, it was clear that Miles wouldn’t have been driving so fast if Damian hadn’t been chasing him from behind.
"What does Miles Sinclair’s car accident have to do with me?" Damian’s tone was frigid. "If you have the time, you can go ask Miles himself why he decided to crash into a bridge pier."
"Damian Hawthorne, what’s that supposed to mean?" Chloe’s eyes widened. "The way you’re shifting the blame... If it weren’t for you, Miles wouldn’t have been driving so fast, and his car wouldn’t have spun out of control."
"Chloe..." Cecilia hurried over to pull Chloe back, urging her in a low voice, "Let it go."
"I can’t just let it go." Chloe shook off her hand and walked right up to Damian. "Damian Hawthorne, I know you’re jealous of Miles Sinclair. You did this to ruin his proposal, didn’t you? Too bad for you, your little scheme backfired."
"All this will do is make their relationship even stronger."
Watching Chloe furiously say all this, Cecilia broke out in a nervous sweat.
She had also been angry about Damian chasing the car, but seeing that he was injured, the furious words got stuck in her throat.
They were both injured; there was no need for more accusations.
"Damian Hawthorne, where are you hurt?" Cecilia’s gaze swept over his waist.
He was bandaged, but it was impossible to tell how severe the injury was.
"Where am I hurt..." Damian Hawthorne’s lips curved into a smile. ’Nowhere on my body, but my heart is aching.’
"I’m not hurt. Just a few scrapes," he said, lying down on the bed. He pointed a long finger toward the door. "I need to rest. I’d appreciate it if you two would leave and not disturb me."
He didn’t know if it was because Cecilia’s earlier words had provoked him, but just seeing her now gave him a sharp pain in his chest.
Rather than getting angry just by looking at her, it was better to have her out of sight, out of mind.
Seeing that Damian Hawthorne was kicking them out, Cecilia took a deep breath and said to him, "I’m sorry. What Chloe just said was a bit harsh."
Damian Hawthorne didn’t reply. He just leaned back against the bed and closed his eyes to rest.
Chloe wanted to say more, but Cecilia quickly pulled her away. "Let’s go, Chloe."
Chloe’s lips trembled, but in the end, she let Cecilia pull her out of the room.
"Cecilia, what are you really thinking?"
Chloe always felt that Cecilia wasn’t entirely without feelings for Damian Hawthorne.
"Miles Sinclair’s life is hanging in the balance. I don’t have any other choice."
As soon as Cecilia said that, Chloe knew her answer.
Cecilia had still chosen Miles Sinclair.
After all, Miles had already "died" once before.
If it were her, she wouldn’t choose Damian Hawthorne either.
After all, Miles was her unforgettable first love.
「In Damian Hawthorne’s hospital room.」
Several attending physicians stood gathered around Damian Hawthorne, followed by a number of medical students.
"Everyone, come take a look. This is a very typical case of post-corneal transplant complications. Mr. Hawthorne, is your vision still blurry at times?"
The attending physician looked at the medical records in his hand and sighed softly.
"It seems to have gotten worse after the car accident. Mr. Hawthorne, there’s no need to panic. It might be a side effect of the crash. We’ll need to monitor your eyes closely. Even though you have a family doctor, we still recommend you come in three times a week for follow-up checks."
Damian Hawthorne kept his eyes closed, not looking at the group of people in front of him.
He knew the state of his own eyes.
’There really isn’t much time left.’
The Hawthorne Family was wealthy, but finding a matching cornea for him was extremely rare.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have spent so long in darkness back then.
’If I went blind, would Cecilia be sad?’
Damian’s mind suddenly replayed Cecilia’s words: "Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me."
’Forget it...’
’With Miles Sinclair around, what do I even count for?’
Just then, his phone rang. Damian Hawthorne opened his eyes, his brown irises glinting faintly like brilliant diamonds.
"President Hawthorne, Caleb Kramer came looking for you, but he was taken away by someone. He did leave a note, though."
After Justin Bell finished speaking, a cold glint flashed in Damian’s eyes.
Caleb Kramer was the one who knew the identity of the mastermind. At the time, Damian had been so focused on stopping Miles Sinclair’s proposal that he hadn’t had a chance to interrogate Caleb properly.
He had another reason for stopping the proposal: the "Sinclair" that Caleb Kramer had mentioned might be connected to Miles Sinclair.
There’s no smoke without fire. Although the Sinclair Family was the most likely suspect, he was well aware of their capabilities.
Even if the Sinclairs wanted to, they wouldn’t have the guts.
The possibility of the mastermind being a member of the Sinclair Family was very small.
"President Hawthorne, the note only had one name written on it."
"What name?"
"Miles Sinclair."
Damian Hawthorne narrowed his eyes, remaining silent for a long time.
’Miles Sinclair... His surname *is* Sinclair...’
’So, the real mastermind... is actually Miles Sinclair?’
