After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
Chapter 1049 Contradictions Inside Her

Chapter 1049 Contradictions Inside Her

Besse stared closely at Doyle. She was well aware that Doyle's retaliatory behaviour would continue as soon as she turned her back. And no one could stop him. Her gaze fell upon his right hand. At the time of the car accident, she didn't pay much attention to it. Now she remembered that Doyle protected her desperately in that incident. As a result. He lost his right hand, which had been harmed by the dented seat. She said, "Doyle, didn't you say that I could help you achieve your dream?"

Doyle's eyes were red, and he said, "I thought I could be so great, accept all my incompetence and have no resentment. After all, we are both alive and have come back from the brink of death. At the moment of the accident, I even thought that as long as you are alive, I can bear any result. Even if I die or become disabled..."

Doyle's words were filled with strong self-deprecation.

"However," Doyle's voice choked, and he struggled to compose himself. "When I picked up the pen and couldn't even hold it, I realized that I wasn't as carefree as I thought. I can't, I can't take it. All that inspiration for design in my mind was so strong, yet I can't do it. From now on, I can no longer express it. Those ideas will wither away in my mind, no one will ever know."

Besse understood his discomfort at the moment. As a designer, even being described as obsessed with design, if he could never do design again in the future, how much pain would he feel inside?

That kind of helplessness and despair would make him suffer more.

She said, "Doyle, I'm sorry."

Doyle looked a little stunned.

He looked at her and asked, "Why do you need to apologize to me?"

"It's not me, your hand won't have any problems."

"This is Skye's retaliation against me, it has nothing to do with you. Instead, I almost implicated you."

"But the truth is, you protected me, and thus, you lost your right hand."

"I've never blamed you."

"But I blame myself."

"Doyle, the way you look now makes me feel even more guilty," Besse said again, trying to calm him down. But it was true that she felt guilty for the pain he was going through. Doyle tried to control himself and said, "Listen, it has NOTHING to do with you."

Besse didn't respond to his words.

Doyle couldn't stand seeing her upset or hurt in any way. He had just been cruel to himself but now swallowed his pride because of how much her pain affected him. He walked towards her and knelt so they were at eye level.

"Besse, I won't hurt myself anymore from now on, please don't be sad."

Doyle's words pierced her heart once again. Even when he was feeling so terrible himself, he still thought about how she felt first. Whenever she wasn't happy, he would put aside his feelings completely just to comfort her.

"Don't cry," Doyle panicked as tears suddenly fell from Besse's eyes. It had been years since they met and since then Doyle had never seen her cry before; she had become such a strong lady over time.

He used his left hand to wipe away the tears for her while his right hand remained stiff by his side, unable to move due to panic taking over him completely. "Besse don't cry! My heart breaks every time you do..."

Besse bit down on her lip, trying hard not to let out any more sobs but eventually gave up as all those pent-up emotions came flooding out all at once.

She was just at war with herself. Doyle's consideration and kindness for her started being a burden to her. She was so afraid that her choice would hurt Doyle for good. She knew how deadly being hurt by love

was.

"Besse, whatever you say is fine. I won't be sad anymore. I won't hurt myself anymore. Don't cry, okay?" Doyle wiped her tears in a panic.

He couldn't bear to see her crying for him.

Besse was just looking at him, looking at the anxiety and sincerity in his eyes.

Bessie nodded and smiled. She had endured many things like this before.

She said, "Let the doctor take care of your wound."

"Okay,"

That was right. He would listen to whatever she said. Even if he was on the brink of emotional collapse, he would force himself to endure it. Doyle returned to the bed and allowed the doctor to clean his wound.

"Besse, I want to go back to Jolencami."

Besse's heart skipped a beat.

"Can I be discharged?" Doyle asked the doctor.

"Mr George, you recover fast. Before being discharged, we need to do a comprehensive physical examination. If there are no problems found during the examination, you can be discharged." "When can we schedule the examination?"

"It's best for you to decide one day before being discharged."

"I'll do it now."

He wanted to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.

"Doyle, let's do it tomorrow," Besse spoke up and continued, "You can leave two days later after taking an exam and buying plane tickets with me accompanying you back home."

"Don't you want to get out of here?" asked he knowingly. He knew Besse could leave at any time but she was waiting for him.

"Nope, I'm afraid your body is too weak."

Somehow, he felt that something was bothering her in her heart.

"Besse, did you have something unhappy?"

"Nah. The day after tomorrow, I'll book plane tickets in advance, and we come back to Jolencami."

Doyle nodded.

"You rest well, I'll go tell Susan about this."

"Okay."

"And don't hurt yourself again!" Besse reminded him sternly.

"All right."

Besse smiled slightly and left Doyle's ward but felt heavy-hearted afterwards.