SIRIES #2: YOU AND ME

Chapter 50

Namjoon put one hand in the pocket of his white coat and smiled. "Is it a bit immoral to steal a woman from your own brother?"

"Keep your eyes somewhere else! I'll be there tonight! Watch out for her and don't let anything happen to her." Yoongi ended the call worriedly. He placed a hand on his forehead and rubbed it.

Jangmi may not be able to survive until tomorrow afternoon ...

Yoongi took a deep breath, then abruptly got up, took his coat from the chair, and hurriedly left the office.

Namjoon needed to undergo surgery, so he just asked the nurses to take care of Jennie and Jangmi.

It's been four hours since he completed the operation. He changed his blood-stained clothes, tidied himself up, and headed to Jennie's ward.

When he opened the door and entered, the room was pitch dark. The lights didn't switch on, but by the moonlight outside the window, he could see a figure standing by the window.

Namjoon raised his hand and touched the light switch on the wall. Jennie had woken up at one point, but because she couldn't enter the ICU and had nowhere else to go, she's been standing there like this for a long time.

"Are you feeling better? No headaches? Is there something wrong with your body?" Wei Shanyuan closed the door and walked closer.

However, the person standing by the window did not reply, as if she hadn't heard anything.

When he entered, he saw that she was looking out the window at the stars in the night sky. No expression on her face, and her eyes, though not blank, had no light.

"No matter what, you need to take care of yourself too. If you can't even take care of yourself, then who will give Jangmi the courage to survive?"

Hearing Namjoon's words, Jennie's eyes twitched. She just turned to look at him, then quietly lowered her head again and looked at the windowsill.

"Wouldn't it be pathetic if a person spent eleven years doing something senseless ended up being bruised?"

Namjoon didn't know how Jennie's life was, but he can faintly guess the meaning behind her words. He just pursed his lip. "If you go the wrong way, you can retreat or go the other way. Since you're wrong, why must you keep walking in that direction?"

Jennie didn't say anything. She just looked out the window at the sky.

Namjoon leaned against the window and watching her.

She slowly picked up her cell phone and dialed the number. After the conversation was over, he heard her saying in a very faint voice, "Sis Irene, help me prepare for the divorce agreement. Tomorrow morning, send it to President Kim's office. The earlier, the better."

Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed, but at the same time, he just watched her put down the phone. Jennie's eyes once again fell onto the windowsill. Her clear eyes were thick black as if he could not see the end of it.

• • • •

Three days later ...

A private hospital in Seoul.

The man in the emergency ward was eventually not in danger and was sent to the regular ward by the nurses.

After a few days being in a critical state, Taehyung lay in bed like he had just returned from a round at the gates of hell. He wanted to get up, but the pain in his stomach and abdomen made his face turn white.

No matter how strong a fighter was, they cannot withstand this torture. He leaned against the bed, drenched in cold sweats, and stopped trying to move.

The door to the ward was pushed open, and a male doctor in his age entered. Seeing him leaning on the bed with a helpless expression, the doctor was immediately amused.