When Elizabeth Bennet opened her eyes again, she was met with the sight of pure white, and an endless bitterness welled up in her heart. She had not died...
Mr. Darcy, noticing her regaining consciousness, spoke in a cold tone, "Do you think hurting yourself can shake me?"
"I never intended to shake you; I just want to leave you," Elizabeth said calmly.
Mr. Darcy became furious, "You will not have any chance at all!"
"Then lets see!" Elizabeth suddenly spoke fiercely, "Mr. Darcy, you can restrict my freedom, but you cannot control my heart. If not this time, then what about next time?"
"You are indeed powerful, but can you control someone who seeks death with all their heart?"
Elizabeth became agitated, her face flushed with an unnatural redness. Suddenly, she felt a metallic taste rising in her throat and couldnt help but vomit a mouthful of blood over the side of the bed.
"What is going on here? Doctor!" Mr. Darcys expression changed, and he strode to the hallway, calling out.
The doctors arrived swiftly, and the ward once again fell into chaos...
Once Elizabeths condition stabilized, Mr. Darcy arranged for someone to take care of her and returned to the company alone, but his mind was filled with the words the woman had spoken in the ward.
"Cant control it, can you?" The mans low and husky voice echoed, dissipating into the air along with the smoke from his fingertips.
Late at night, the hospital remained brightly lit, with few staff on duty. In the spacious lobby, a group of people walked in, heading straight for Elizabeths ward.
"Who are you?" Elizabeth was awakened by their door-opening action and asked warily.
The leader of the group did not speak but said to the people behind him, "Take her away!"
As Elizabeth tried to scream, one of them covered her mouth and nose with a towel. A strong sense of dizziness overwhelmed her, and then she lost consciousness and passed out.
The next day, Mr. Darcy, looking at the empty ward, his face became extremely terrifying, finally resting his gaze on the note left on the bedside table.
The womans elegant handwriting was evident on the paper: From now on, you and I, never see each other again.
"Find her for me, even if you have to turn the city of New York upside down, find her!" Mr. Darcy shouted, tightly gripping the note.
Elizabeth Bennet, how dare you, how dare you!
It seems I have been too merciful, allowing you to go against my wishes and leave my side again and again!
When I find you, I will definitely let you know what complete despair is!
In the northern part of New York City, a man looked at Elizabeth sleeping in the bed, his voice hoarse: "Not bad looking, no wonder..."
"Young master, are you really going to confront the Darcy family for her?" another person asked.
The man said nonchalantly, "As far as I know, Mr. Darcy has a fiancée. This woman is, at most, a plaything, no trouble."
Seeing him so confident, the other person did not dare to say anything more and slowly withdrew from the room.
It wasnt until it was almost dark outside that Elizabeth opened her eyes.
"Where am I?" She propped herself up, looking around in confusion.
When she saw the figure in the corner, her heart almost jumped out of her chest!