The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 1082 Thought of Giving Up

Eric was pushed out in a wheelchair by a doctor. The bruises on his face were coated with a thick layer of medicine. His forehead was wrapped in gauze, and even his arms were bandaged. He looked fine when he went in, so why did he come out sitting in a wheelchair?

Keith was instantly shocked. 'Isn't Eric being a little too dramatic? I told him to get a normal checkup, not to check for terminal illness!'

Before Keith could say anything, the nurses not far away discussed in a low voice.

"Wasn't Ms. Stanton just here? Was that guy beside M s. Stanton, her boyfriend?"

"Yup, they look so loving. Her boyfriend only got a small injury, but she was so distraught that she almost cried in public..."

"They look so good together! Her boyfriend is so handsome too. I'm so envious!"

Keith's expression changed, but it was already too late for him to try to stop them.

The rest of Eric's face which had not been coated with salve turned ashen and ugly.

Eric stood up abruptly and tore off the bandage on his hand and the gauze on his forehead. Then, he walked out with large strides.

Eric could not even bother to act pitiful now.

What a joke!

The doctor behind him was speechless.

Eric had insisted on them treating him like his injuries were critical earlier.

Slightly abraded muscles? Wrap them in bandages!

Bruises on his head? Cover them with gauze!

Keith hurriedly struggled out of the massage chair and got up to chase after Eric.

"Eerg..."

Before Keith left, he looked back at the doctor.

The doctor immediately spoke.

"Mr. Ferguson's wounds are superficial. This is the ointment. Use it thrice a day and its effects should be visible after three days."

Keith nodded gratefully and chased after Eric with the ointment in hand.

"Eerg..."

Keith did not dare to let Eric drive because he still wanted to live.

He forcefully dragged Eric down from the driver's seat and climbed into it himself.

"There's still a long way ahead. That nasty Clayton is just being complacent, and we have plenty of methods. Why should you get angry?"

Keith steadily started the car and let out a sigh.

Eric, who was sitting in the back, looked out the window in silence at the scenery that swept by.

A long time passed.

Eric spoke up. "Have you ever thought of giving up?"

Keith's throat went dry, and his expression was complicated for a moment.

He did not know how to answer.

"No, Eerg. I understand how you feel, but... If I lost someone, it's on me to get them back."

Keith's expression was solemn.

Indeed, when Keith learned that Livia was with Nathaniel, his whole world collapsed.

Keith could not accept it, yet he could not do anything.

It was as if everything he did was wrong.

It felt like the person who suffered the most injustice in the world was him.

However, after thinking about it, what gave him the

right?

Keith was the one who challenged the limits of their marriage time and time again, forcing hi via to a dead end.

The gentle and kind Livia grew up in the care of her family, but he watched as her family walked on the road of despair.

That was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Keith could no longer get her back.

He forgot that their marriage was supposed to be based on mutual interests. Since they could no longer provide each other with that and the balance of interests was lost, there was little possibility that they could continue to be involved with each other.

Of course, Keith did not leave anything in their marriage that was worthy of Livia to recall fondly upon or cherish.

Wanting to get her back was naturally a very difficult endeavor.

Eric closed his eyes, but Keith did not know if he was really sleeping or just faking it.

Eric looked quite tired.

The car fell back into silence after Keith answered.

The veins on the corners of Eric's forehead bulged as he tried desperately to suppress his emotions from showing.

It seemed like Eric could no longer get back the person he lost.