You’r Gonna Miss Me When I’M Gone - Season 2 Episode 47

Lucian and Paul continued to throw punches at each other relentlessly.

Calista’s voice quivered with anxiety, “Lucian…”

However, her plea failed to deter the enraged and uncontrollable man. Instead, they only fueled

his fury, intensifying his assault on Paul. Paul, who wasn’t used to physical altercations, was

visibly outmatched.

Calista tried to restrain Lucian, but a man consumed by anger was beyond reason. He nearly flung

her aside in his blind rage.

As Lucian attempted to lay another punch at Paul, she clung to his arm, using her body weight to

hold him down. Despite Lucian’s strength, he couldn’t break free from her grip.

Lucian gradually came to his senses, but his anger and desire for destruction grew stronger.

His expression remained impassive as he questioned, “Calista, are you protecting him?”

Lucian remembered the time he had fought with Hector, and Calista had walked away, showing

no interest in the altercation.

She had been detained by apartment security but had remained indifferent to the situation.

However, this time was unlike before. She had put her safety on the line and rushed forward to

stop him. It was evident who she cared about the most.

Calista glanced at Paul. His face and clothes were covered in blood. It was hard to tell where it was

all coming from. Despite still standing, he appeared unsteady and seemed on the verge of

collapsing.

Paul sensed Calista’s worrying expression. He looked at her and smiled faintly.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Calista was overwhelmed by a profound sense of guilt. She had intended to end Lucian’s relentless

taunting by admitting her feelings for Paul.

She never could have foreseen the violent turn of events, with Lucian seemingly intent on brutally

attacking Paul.

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Paul appeared ill–equipped to defend himself, and without Calista’s intervention, Lucian might

have seriously harmed or even killed him.

Calista could sense Lucian’s arm muscles tensed. She released his arm and stood in front of Paul.

“That’s enough!”

Lucian sneered, “What’s your plan if I’m not finished here? Do you think standing in front of him

will save him?”

Calista stared at the arrogant man before her, resisting the urge to slap him again.

The commotion from the ward alerted the nurses stationed outside. In no time, they stormed into

the room, accompanied by security.

They found a room in disarray, with two men covered in blood. They exchanged uncertain glances,

contemplating whether it was necessary to involve the police.

Just then, Calista turned around, assisting Paul, and urgently addressed the doctor.

“Doctor, please check on him immediately.”

Paul looked terrible. Although the doctor was intimidated by Lucian’s presence, he prioritized the

principle of saving lives over his fear.

After observing that Lucian wasn’t posing any immediate threat, the doctor assisted Calista in

supporting Paul and swiftly instructed, “Get a stretcher and take him to the surgical ward on the

floor above.”

After Calista and Paul left, Lucian slumped into his bed, looking as if all his strength had drained

away. He closed his eyes and made no sound.

The buttons on his collar had been torn off during the brawl, leaving it casually open. His trousers

appeared disheveled, and a long gash on the back of his hand dripped with blood.

A nurse cautiously approached him and asked, “Sir, we must also treat your injuries. Shall I assist

you to the door?”

The nurse wanted to bring in a stretcher, but the room was so messy that there was hardly any

space to move around, let alone push a bed.

Lucian didn’t even bother to open his eyes as he coldly uttered, “Leave me.”

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The nurse tried to persuade him.

“Sir, if your wounds are not treated properly…‘

“Get out.”

Lucian suddenly opened his eyes and stared coldly at the nurse. His menacing gaze pierced straight into her eyes.

“Take the others and leave.”

The nurse was startled and quickly led the others out.

Meanwhile, Calista sat on a bench outside while Paul was receiving treatment for his wounds in

the surgical ward.

It had been a while since he went in, and she was uncertain about the extent of his injuries.

After ten minutes, Paul emerged from the room with bandages on his forehead and hand,

accompanied by a doctor.

“The wounds have been treated. Go to the counter and get a CT scan to check for internal injuries,”

the doctor advised.

Calista hurriedly replied, “Okay. Thank you, doctor.”

The CT scan room and counter were on the ground floor.

She assisted Paul and asked, “Can you walk, or should I get a wheelchair from the front desk

downstairs?”

“I’m fine. There’s no need for a wheelchair,” Paul replied.

Calista slowed her pace and gently supported him as they made their way to the elevator.

Paul’s legs were in good shape, considering the punches had mainly landed on his face and

abdomen. Observing Calista’s concern, Paul couldn’t help but crack a wry smile and remained

quiet.

“Sorry,” they both said simultaneously.

Calista raised her gaze, locking eyes with Paul, and a moment of quiet passed between them.

Paul broke the silence and said, “I had no idea you were looking for me.

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“It’s all in the past,” Calista shook her head and replied.

She hadn’t known much about the Baker family then and was in a desperate situation. She only wanted someone to save her from her overwhelming debt.

Calista continued, “Your decision to decline was the right one. I couldn’t have afforded to repay that much money.”

She couldn’t recall the exact amount of the debt she had incurred, but she still owed three million

dollars after deducting her marital assets. So, the debt would have been even larger at the time.

Just as Paul was about to speak, Calista quickly changed the subject. She didn’t want to dwell on

the past.

“I’m sorry for today. I only wanted to get rid of Lucian, so I pulled you into that little act. I never

expected him to go crazy and start a fight.”

“Calista.”

Suddenly, Paul squeezed the hand she was using to press the elevator button.

“I know it’s all misunderstood. Is there a chance to set things right now?”

“What do you mean?”

Calista was stunned. She took a moment to ponder what he meant before realizing it sounded like

a confession.

She replied, “I’m sorry, Paul, but that’s all water under the bridge. At this point, I see you as a

friend.”

Calista wanted to say she sees Paul as a brother, but she felt it was inappropriate considering

their different family backgrounds and statuses.

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When the elevator arrived, Paul released her hand. There was a palpable awkwardness in the air

after what just happened.

When they reached the first floor, Calista quickly said, “Wait here for me. I’ll pay and then take

you to the CT room.”

Just as she was about to turn away, Paul stopped her. His usual warm smile returned to his face.

“I’ll manage on my own. Weren’t you planning to go home and fetch something for Ms. Quinn? Go

Calista insisted, “I can’t…”

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“Go,” Paul said, taking the medical card from her hand. His tone was firm this time.

“I’ve only got a few injuries, nothing serious enough to require help. Please don’t blame yourself

for what went down between Lucian and me. It wasn’t all because of you.”

Calista understood that Paul didn’t want her to stick around.

She nodded and replied, “Okay. Call me if you need anything. I’ll go take care of things.”