I later discovered that Arabelle had sent him a pack of medicine at that time. She, too, was involved in the medical field, and Jaxon always believed it was her medicine that had healed his legs. But I had seen that medicine was nothing more than a basic treatment for superficial wounds.
I never explained. I saved him out of pure instinct as a doctor and out of love for my fiancé. Holding onto the hope that I’d one day see Callum again, I endured each lonely night.
Jaxon clearly remembered. His hand, still gripping the knife, slowly dropped. After a long silence, he spoke, "Forget it. It's a happy day. We shouldn't shed blood."
Arabelle’s face tightened slightly, and she let out a sob. Hearing this, Jaxon added, "But for Arabelle’s sake, I can’t let you go so easily either."
"Since you tried to come between us, why don’t you kneel right here and let Arabelle and me walk over you into our happiness?"
Tears silently traced down my cheeks. Just hold on a little longer. As long as I can see Callum, I can bear any humiliation.
I nodded and whispered, "Okay."
As long as I could still marry into the Montgomery family, I would endure anything.