You’r Gonna Miss Me When I’M Gone - Season 2 Episode 43

Calista raised an eyebrow, puzzled by Lucian’s sudden request. She turned to him as he sat there,

looking relaxed. She couldn’t quite grasp his intentions.

The doctor mentioned the bleeding has stopped, and you’ll heal quicker if you take some rest at

home.”

Public hospitals weren’t peaceful, and their rooms couldn’t compare to the luxurious suites in

private facilities.

Stansend Manor, on the other hand, had its doctors and staff, which undoubtedly made it a more

suitable place for recovery than the bustling and noisy public hospital.

Lucian looked at her with a smile and calmly replied, “You never know when the bleeding might

start again. My place is pretty secluded, and there’s no one around at night. It could be a real issue

if I pass out from too much blood loss.”

Calista glared at him, her patience wearing thin.

“What are you up to?”

Lucian began, “I thought I’d go to your place…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Calista turned to the doctor and instructed, “Doctor, please go

ahead and arrange for his hospitalization.”

The doctor hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Luckily, the public hospital wasn’t a prestigious,

top–tier facility swarming with patients, so the process went relatively smoothly.

Lucian’s room was on the fifth floor, furnished with a modest 39–inch–wide single bed dressed in

slightly faded blue sheets, bearing some stubborn stains that had resisted numerous washings.

Calista had anticipated that Lucian, having grown up as an aristocrat accustomed to life’s finest

luxuries, might exhibit some distaste.

It seemed reasonable to assume that he would have high cleanliness standards, especially given

the pristine condition of Everglade Manor.

However, Lucian glanced at the bed, removed his shoes, and reclined without a hint of disdain.

Calista headed to the bathroom with her toiletries purchased from a supermarket downstairs.

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After a quick shower and a brief attempt to remove the bloodstains from her clothes, she returned

to Lucian and said, “I left a towel in there for you. Feel free to use it when you shower.”

Lucian, who had been dozing off, reluctantly opened his eyes.

“It hurts, and I don’t want to move,” he mumbled.

His swollen nose bridge and dried bloodstains on his face made him seem pathetic.

Although it was only noon, Calista, who hadn’t slept much the previous night, was incredibly

tired. She didn’t pay much heed to Lucian’s reluctance to shower, as she wasn’t the one in need of

cleaning.

Lucian coldly stared at her back as she lay on the bed.

After a while, he spoke somewhat sternly, “Calista …..”

When Lucian called her name, Calista responded with a perfunctory “Hmm“. Lucian furrowed his

brow. He felt a throbbing pain from his nose to his forehead, drilling through his temples.

With a stiff expression, he commanded, “Go fetch some water and help me wash up.”

Calista, half awake, turned to look at him.

Her voice filled with exasperation as she retorted, “You’ve hurt your nose, not your hand or foot.”

“My hand hurts too,” Lucian retorted.

Calista couldn’t help but chuckle in irritation.

Lucian knew what Calista was about to say and added sarcastically, “Would I end up in such a

sorry state if you hadn’t been as heavy as a bull? Or maybe you don’t want me to recover too

quickly, so you can relish the opportunity to care for me a bit longer?”

Lucian had intended his last sentence as a provocation aimed at Calista, and it achieved the

desired effect.

She was eager to free herself from this man. Surrendering didn’t seem so bad compared to

everything else as long as she could rid herself of him.

Lucian observed as Calista, with drooping eyelids and exhaustion evident, summoned the strength

to climb out of bed and fetch water without complaint.

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Lucian was overcome with profound weariness. He wasn’t naive. He could tell Calista might

genuinely seek a divorce rather than play games to gain an advantage

Soon, Calista handed Lucian a wet towel. Lucian glanced at it but didn’t take it from her. After all,

he was the one in control now. She gently wiped the blood from his face.

Suddenly, Lucian asked softly. “Have you ever fallen for me during our three–year marriage?”

For a moment, Calista wondered if the accident had made him delirious. Otherwise, how could he

pose such a seemingly vulnerable question?

Lucian had always presented himself as emotionless in her presence, like a robot devoid of feelings. She even questioned whether she had wedded an emotionless deity on countless lonely

nights.

Calista paused in her task, then softly replied, “Yes, I did.”

There was no shame in confessing that she had once fallen for him. Lucian gazed at the back of

Calista’s head, her beautiful hair cascading over her shoulder.

His mood uplifted instantly. He smiled faintly and asked, “What about now?”

Calista replied, “I don’t have feelings for you anymore.”

She had decided to let go, irrespective of her feelings. There was no need to dwell on or remain

entangled in a one–sided and unfulfilling affection that was reaching its conclusion.

Lucian’s lips twisted into a scowl, casting a shadow over his face. He emitted a disdainful snort

and pulled the blanket over himself.

“So much for your love.”

Calista’s stance had changed as swiftly as it did when they married. She had insisted he marry

her while they were in bed, but as soon as they left the bed, she quickly changed her mind and

demanded money.

Calista was perplexed.

This man possesses an extraordinary ability to shift his mood even more adeptly than a professional actor. Calista turned and noticed that Lucian had closed his eyes, determined to

ignore her.

Shortly after, the bodyguards brought lunch for Lucian, and it was evident that the cooks from

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They consisted of light and nutritious meals suitable for a speedy recovery.

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Calista had initially believed that Lucian’s choice to stay in the hospital was a fleeting impulse

and that he would depart the following day.

Yet, to her astonishment, he appeared content and had no intentions of leaving the hospital

anytime soon.

When the nurse arrived to take his temperature and discussed extending his stay, Calista couldn’t

help but ask impatiently, “How long do you plan to stay here?”

Lucian replied calmly, “I believe another ten days to two weeks should suffice.”

Calista, growing increasingly frustrated, hurried downstairs. Her intention extended beyond

settling the hospital bill. Yara had come to visit her.

Yara had learned about Calista’s situation last night and decided to visit her this morning.

Moreover, she had something to deliver to Calista.

Soon after, Calista found Yara waiting in the lobby. But to her surprise, Paul was there too.

“Why are you two here together?”

Calista couldn’t recall Yara and Paul being particularly acquainted.

“I bumped into Ms. Quinn at the entrance, and when I learned she was coming to visit you, we

decided to come together. How’s Lucian doing?” Paul explained.

His demeanor radiated elegance and sophistication.

Calista replied with a half–smile, “He’s fine.”

Curious, Yara inquired, “Wasn’t it just a minor bump on the nose with no major issues? Why is he

still in the hospital?”

Calista responded wittily, “Maybe he got a bit of brain damage from that bump.”

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