Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 188: Do You Care About Me, or My Eyes?

Chapter 188: Chapter 188: Do You Care About Me, or My Eyes?

"Director Miller, I’ll be leaving now," Cecilia Nathan said, quickly getting to her feet. But before she could leave, Damian Hawthorne walked in.

At that exact moment, Cecilia and Damian came face to face.

Cecilia stopped short and took an awkward step back.

Damian glanced at the file on the desk, the corner of his mouth lifting into a slight smirk.

"Mr. Hawthorne, please have a seat," Director Miller said, gesturing to the chair opposite him.

Damian walked to the desk. Seeing his own file on top, he said with a smile, "Director Miller, you know Cecilia? My medical records aren’t supposed to be shared, are they? Did you just casually show them to her?"

"I’m the one who asked Director Miller for it," Cecilia cut in, afraid Damian would take issue with the director’s professionalism.

She and Director Miller had known each other for years, but it was all because of Damian.

Damian, however, was unaware of this.

"So, did you find anything?" Damian asked, crossing his arms and looking entirely at ease.

Embarrassed, Cecilia lowered her head.

’I did sneak in here, after all. I never expected Damian to show up too.’

"Cecilia, I always get the feeling that you care more about my eyes than you do about me."

Cecilia’s pupils quivered.

"Your eyes were injured because of me. It’s only normal that I’d be concerned."

"My eyes are fine," Damian said, his voice flat. "Miss Cecilia Nathan is getting married soon. Even if I went blind, it would have nothing to do with you anymore."

"How could it have nothing to do with me!" Cecilia interrupted him nervously. She walked to Damian’s side and looked at him intently. "It wasn’t easy to get this cornea. You’ve finally regained your sight, so you have to protect your eyes."

"Is that so?" Damian’s lips curled into a smirk, his expression completely nonchalant. "I’ve been blind once. It doesn’t matter if it happens again."

"But this cornea..." Cecilia took a deep breath, biting her lower lip to suppress the bitterness rising in her heart. "It’s rare to find a cornea with no signs of rejection. Damian, can’t you please just treasure it?"

Damian fell silent. He could tell from her voice that Cecilia was on the verge of breaking down.

"Miss Cecilia Nathan is right, Mr. Hawthorne. This cornea was not easy to obtain. Please, take good care of your eyes. There are many blind people in the world who aren’t as fortunate as you, to find a suitable cornea so quickly."

After Director Miller finished, Damian didn’t argue, but it was clear he’d taken the words to heart.

Cecilia breathed a small sigh of relief.

"Director Miller, I’m sorry to have taken up your time. Please, carry on."

With that, Cecilia turned and strode out of the office.

Once outside, she clutched the spot over her heart and closed her eyes.

"Cecilia..." Chloe Sutton, who had been waiting outside, hurried over. "Are you okay?"

Chloe helped Cecilia to a chair in the hallway.

Cecilia shook her head and gripped Chloe’s hand. "Chloe, I’m so scared."

"What if Damian finds out the truth about his eyes? What if he does something to hurt himself?"

Seeing how anxious Cecilia was about Damian, Chloe sighed and gently hugged her.

"He won’t," Chloe said, then paused. "He just got his sight back. He wouldn’t want to be blind again."

"Cecilia, tell me. Do you actually care about Damian, or just his eyes?"

Chloe’s quiet question rang in Cecilia’s ears, leaving her mind completely blank.

"I... Of course I care about his eyes," Cecilia stammered.

"But Cecilia, Miles Sinclair is still alive..." Chloe said, looking into Cecilia’s eyes. "If Miles is alive, then where did Damian’s cornea come from?"

’That’s right...’

’Hugo is still alive...’

’So what’s the deal with Damian’s cornea?’

Although she’d always had this doubt in the back of her mind, it wasn’t until Chloe voiced it that Cecilia could finally bring herself to acknowledge it.

"Cecilia, I don’t think you can let Damian know his cornea belonged to Miles Sinclair, no matter what the truth turns out to be." As a thought occurred to her, Chloe’s brow furrowed even deeper.

’If Damian didn’t like Cecilia, it wouldn’t be a problem; he probably wouldn’t care what she thought anyway.’

’But it’s very clear that Damian does like Cecilia.’

’He just doesn’t realize it himself.’

’But if he found out his cornea came from Miles Sinclair, he would probably rather go blind again.’

"You’re right. Miles Sinclair is still alive, so his cornea can’t be from Hugo," Cecilia said, a smile spreading across her face as if she’d had a sudden epiphany. "In that case, what does it matter to me whether Damian goes blind or not?"

Chloe nodded, and Cecilia murmured, as if to convince herself, "It’s not just about whether he’s blind. Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me anymore."

Having heard Director Miller’s advice, Damian walked out of the office.

He stepped out just in time to hear her say those words.

"What does it matter to me whether Damian goes blind or not?"

"It’s not just about whether he’s blind. Whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me anymore."

Cecilia’s voice was as gentle as ever, yet every word was barbed.

Hearing her voice, Damian felt his heart suddenly clench, then go empty.

It was as if a hole had been torn open in his chest, letting an icy wind howl through.

’He’d thought she would at least care about his eyes.’

’It turned out that was just wishful thinking.’

’She didn’t care about him as a person, let alone anything else about him.’

’Maybe when Miles Sinclair was gone, she could amuse herself by chasing him. But the moment Miles was "alive" again, he became disposable—something to be thrown away and forgotten.’

Damian watched Cecilia and Chloe talking and laughing together. His fists clenched, and he turned and walked in the opposite direction.

He took out his phone and dialed Justin Bell.

"Call off the investigation into the cornea."

’If she doesn’t care, what’s the point in finding out?’

’Cecilia was right. Whether he went blind had nothing to do with her. Whether he lived or died had even less to do with her.’

In that instant, his heart seized in a painful knot.

’In all his years, he had experienced blindness and endured physical injuries, but nothing had ever hurt this much.’

The pain was so intense he gritted his teeth, his limbs trembling.

Suddenly, Damian’s vision went black.

"Sir... Sir, are you okay?"

A voice suddenly called out to him.

Damian was about to say he was fine when he suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed.

THUD! The sound startled Cecilia, who was in the middle of talking to Chloe.

"Hey, mister! Someone, help! A man has collapsed over here!"

Hearing the commotion, Cecilia looked over.

Damian was lying on the ground, his eyes closed and his brow tightly furrowed.

Seeing it was Damian, Cecilia ran over anxiously.

Nurses and a doctor quickly arrived and started performing CPR on Damian.

"Hurry, the patient needs immediate resuscitation!"

Seeing Damian’s tightly shut eyes, Cecilia felt her own heart stop.

"Damian! Damian, wake up!"

At that moment, Cecilia couldn’t describe what she was feeling. All she knew was overwhelming anxiety and fear.