My younger brother, Thomas, who depended on me for everything, acted bravely in the face of injustice. As a result, he was persecuted by the kidnappers and was sent to the ICU.

I asked my fiancé Zion Griffin, a genius in surgery, to save Thomas. He had agreed to come but broke the promise at last.

The doctor said that no one except Zion could perform this difficult operation.

At this moment, Zion was hugging his white whale and comforting her softly.

It rained heavily that day, completely separating me and my only family.

***

I stood at the door of the ICU, watching Thomas painfully breathing inside, and my heart felt like it was being tightly gripped.

I looked at the time anxiously. It was already nine o'clock in the evening.

The doctor said that if Thomas couldn't successfully undergo the operation tonight, he would not survive.

"Why hasn't Dr. Griffin come yet? Thomas can't wait that long. "

The doctor asked me anxiously, and I felt a chill all over my body as I looked at the thirty-five missed calls on my phone.

Zion had promised me that he would come to perform surgery on Thomas.

But he still didn't show up yet.

Even though I found countless excuses for him in my heart, I still gritted my teeth and looked at the doctor when I saw Thomas struggling in pain.

"Don't worry. I'll bring Zion here right away. Please keep an eye on Thomas."

There was no time to indulge in sadness. I could only pinch my palms hard to keep myself awake.

I drove through the heavy rain.

The rain beat against my car window, and I dialed Zion's number over and over again endlessly.

At this moment, I had no way but to count on Zion. I absolutely couldn't lose Thomas.

Finally, when my phone was about to run out of juice from making calls, I got through to him.

But before I could ask him where he was, I heard soft sobbing coming from the other end of the phone.

"Hello? Who are you? "

"Where is Zion? Let him answer the phone. "

I didn't care about who answered the phone. I just wanted to see Zion as soon as possible.

"Are you asking Zion? He is in the kitchen cooking for me. What's the matter? "

"Where is your home?" I quickly called up the navigation and prepared to navigate to her address.

The woman seemed frightened by my cold tone and stammered.

I rubbed my hair in annoyance, then cursed inwardly and hung up the phone. Then I called Zion's assistant, Wesley.

I called Wesley three times before he answered.

As soon as the call was connected, I asked for Zion's address, but Wesley hesitated and didn't tell me the address.

"Wesley, I am Zion's fiancée and have the right to know where he is. I have something urgent and I need to find him now. You cannot afford the consequences if you cannot find him."

After the threat, Wesley actually told me his address.

"Room 603, Building 5, Villa Rica. "

After getting the address, I hung up the phone immediately and drove towards Villa Rica.

There was only one thing on my mind.

I just wanted Thomas alive.

When I arrived, the elevator showed a malfunction as if God played a joke on me. I decided to go upstairs by myself and bent down to take off my high heels.

I ran towards the stairwell barefoot, taking two steps at a time.

By the time I reached the sixth floor, I was soaked, with sweat and my hair sticking to my forehead, and my feet covered in mud and blood.

I was in a terrible state at that moment.

I wanted to knock on the door but found that it was not locked and there was a small gap.

Through the gap, I saw Zion holding a fruit knife and cutting fruit for the woman carefully and seriously.

The petite woman leaned in Zion's arms, being extremely intimate.

He rarely did this when he had been with me because he was a doctor, and I knew how important a doctor's hands were.

So I never ask him to do these things.

If this happened in the past, I would be extremely jealous and heartbroken.

But now I don't have time to feel sad about my ridiculous love.

I pushed the door open, and they were startled by my action.

I walked to Zion's side and wanted to pull him up and walk out the door.

But he shook my hand away, and looked at me in such a miserable state, with uncontrollable disgust in his eyes.

"Yasmine? Why are you here?"

"Thomas is still waiting for you in the hospital. Have you forgotten that you promised me to go to the hospital to perform surgery on Thomas?!"

Ignoring his disgust, I tried to hold him again.

But the woman stood in front of Zion.

"Ms. Drake, Zion has an obsession with cleanliness... Can you not touch him for now?"

I looked at the woman's face and suddenly realized that she was Stella Bright, the white whale that Zion had been thinking about.

I had always known Zion had loved a girl for a long time.

They started dating when they were in school but broke up due to their families.

He pinned his chat with Stella on top, and his emergency contact had also been Stella.

I once thought that as long as I was sincere enough, I could make Zion fall in love with me.

But it turned out that I was wrong, completely wrong.

When Zion saw this scene, his eyes toward Stella became softer.

But when it came to Thomas' life, was an obsession with cleanliness really that important?

"Zion, can you please come with me to the hospital first? Thomas really can't wait any longer. After the operation, I don't care where you want to go or what you want to do, okay? "

I begged Zion, and Zion seemed to have just remembered that he had indeed promised me this.

Although he looked unhappy, at least he didn't reject me. "Okay, let's go."

I breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave with Zion.

Zion turned around and looked at Stella, ruffling her hair, "Be good and wait for me. I will come back to see you tomorrow."

Stella didn't say anything, just looking at him with red eyes.

I was worried that Stella would say something that would interfere with his decision, so I immediately pulled him away.

It was raining heavily outside and I didn't even have an umbrella.

I rushed into the rain and prepared to get in the car, but I saw Zion standing under the eaves with a frown on his face, unwilling to step into the puddle.

I suppressed my anger, held the only clean coat I had in the car in my arms, and walked towards Zion.

"You won't get dirty if you put this coat on. Let's go to the hospital first, okay? I'll ask the hospital staff to prepare some clean clothes and hot water for you."

It was only with my coaxing tone that Zion reluctantly got into the car in the rain.

After rushing to the hospital, I eagerly pulled Zion to see the doctor.

As long as the doctor told Zion Thomas' current condition and arranged the surgery immediately, Thomas would be saved.

Just as I was excitedly waiting for Zion to come out of the doctor's office and tell me that Thomas could have the surgery.

But I saw him push the door open in a hurry and walk out of the hospital without even looking at me.

"Zion! Zion! Wait a minute! Where are you going? "

The doctor also chased out with an anxious look. He looked at Zion's receding figure and asked me with some confusion.

"Is there something urgent to Dr. Griffin? He didn't even finish examining the patient before he received a phone call, and he just left in a hurry. It seemed like someone was crying on the other end of the phone."

After hearing what the doctor said, I didn't have time to think too much and hurriedly chased after Zion. I saw Zion walk out in the rain without even an umbrella and started to hail a taxi.

In the heavy rain, I grabbed his sleeve and asked, "Where are you going? Didn't you agree to operate on Thomas first?"

"Stella gets an attack of stomach trouble again. I have to go and see her. I just learned about Thomas' condition. He can definitely hold on until I come back."

Because Stella had a stomachache, he could see her in the rain regardless of everything.

But what about Thomas? Obviously, his condition was more serious than hers.

I held him back in confusion, "But Thomas is in critical condition! She just has a stomachache. She just needed to take some medicine and drink some boiled water. Why do you have to go?!"

I pulled his arm tightly, gritted my teeth, and looked at him, "No, you can't leave! You have to stay and perform surgery on Thomas first."

At this moment, I threw all my consideration to the back of my mind. I just wanted Thomas to survive.

Seeing that the taxi had arrived, Zion didn't want to get involved with me anymore.

He shook my hand off and threw me to the side of the road.

I fell into a puddle on the side of the road, my wrist was scratched and bleeding.

"Yasmine Drake, don't be so aggressive. I said I would perform surgery on Thomas. Thomas' illness is a big deal, and so is Stella's. In front of a doctor, every patient matters. Don't be so selfish and only care about your family."

After saying that, he got into the car. I screamed in pain and banged on the window. At that moment, I looked like a madman.

I knelt on the road, crying and begging him not to leave.

But Zion was unwilling to even roll down the window. I chased the taxi which was speeding up and was accidentally knocked down by the vehicle.

I fell back into the puddle again.

My wrist was bruised and twisted abnormally, probably broken, but I didn't feel any pain at all.

I returned to the hospital, covered in mud and wounds.

When the doctor saw my expression and found that there was no one behind me, he understood everything. He sighed deeply and went to check on Thomas.

Thomas could have held on until midnight, but because of a sudden wound infection, he started to have a fever.

He was rushed to the emergency room again.

At this moment, I was completely exhausted and could only lean against the cold wall and pray for God's mercy.

People said that people outside the door of the emergency room were more pious than when they were in the church.

I knelt on the ground and prayed to God that if he really could see me, please save Thomas.

Thomas was only twenty-two years old and he still had a lot of time in his life. He couldn't leave this world with regrets.

He didn't even graduate from college yet.

Time flew, and the lights in the operating room finally went out.

I looked at the doctor with hope, but he just took off his mask and shook his head at me.

As I watched Thomas' body being covered with a white sheet and carried out, I completely collapsed.

I knelt beside Thomas' body and cried bitterly. I gradually lacked oxygen, and everything in front of my eyes went dark.

At the last moment before I fainted, I seemed to hear Thomas' voice in my ear.

He still looked at me with vigor and vitality, "Yasmine, when I make money in the future, I will buy you a house by the sea, and we can enjoy the sea breeze and the sea view every day. "

But I didn't even have the energy to respond to him.

The rain lasted for a long time that night, so long that it separated me and my only relative.