Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 704

Life is like a piano: the white keys represent happiness in life while the black keys represent sadness. But we still need both keys. A piano won't sound as beautiful without its black keys just as life won't be as beautiful without its downs.

Although Brian's always been calm and detached, now he couldn't conceal his emotions any longer. He was obviously upset and grieving. He was in such deep agony that he found it difficult to fully explain what he was really feeling.

"Bri..." Molly said, her voice quivering and tears running down her cheeks.

Brian turned avoiding her gaze, "I... I don't want to see you anymore!"

"No, I'm not leaving," Molly said faintly, "I want to see Wing safe so I'm not leaving."

"Get out now!" Brian roared. Then he sharply turned around and glared at Molly resentfully, "Wing doesn't need you. And you're free now, Molly. From this moment on, you're free now..." He trembled as he spoke, "Our relationship is over! Get out! Immediately!"

Molly staggered backward, and she felt she was about to fall down as her legs were so feeble. She had been trying to leave Brian, but now when it was speaking out of his mouth, she realized how ridiculous she was by deceiving herself before. It's only at this moment she then realized that she never wanted to leave him in her deep heart.

"Get out, get out!" Brian roared, getting angrier and angrier the longer Molly stayed. "Tony, get her out!" He commanded.

Tony looked at Molly who was crying. He sighed to himself as he came up to Molly and spoke in a gentle voice, "Mrs. Molly? Come on now."

"I'm not leaving!" Molly cried. Molly didn't know where she got her strength but somehow, she managed to push Tony away and grab onto Brian, pleading, "Bri, I just want to see with my own two eyes that Wing is safe. I'll leave as soon as I see her safe. Please, I just want to see her safe."

"This is none of your business. What happened to Wing is none of your business! " Brian could see Weston in his peripheral view. "Tony!" Brian called.

"Yes!" Tony said immediately. He didn't try to be gentle with Molly this time—he dragged her towards the elevator, tossed her inside, and pressed a button.

Molly's cries evaporated into thin air as the elevator door closed. Brian shut his eyes close then opened them after a few moments. He had tried his best to be calm and collected but he failed miserably.

"Until now," Weston said disdainfully, "you're still protecting her!"

Brian turned his gaze towards Weston, without saying anything more.

Weston glanced at him and said coldly, "Brian, if something bad happens to Wing, I assure you I will let Molly suffer." His words were cold and final leaving no trace of hesitation.

"I," Brian said, sighing deeply, "also will let myself suffer."

'If I had let her go sooner, things would have turned out differently. I was wrong. Our relationship was a big mistake. And now Wing's suffering for my mistakes, ' Brian stopped his train of thoughts there. He clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the wall. Bang!

Weston didn't even bother to see Brian—he was too busy worrying about Wing. As he looked into the direction of the operating room, he was overcome with a wave of emotions. He started to reminisce about how they met each in kindergarten fighting and that's when their story began. Since he was the grandson of the congressman and she was the daughter of the Dragon Island ruler, their futures were set—he would be the future congressman and she was the princess of Dragon Island. When they were in the Academy of Music, he was his teacher's favorite cellist and Wing then was already the most famous pianist in the world. She seemed to always be a step ahead of him but she always gave him time to catch up with her. But this all seemed like a joke now. He remembered the feeling of her fragile body on his hands when he carried her.

Weston shut his eyes close and clenched his jaw. He didn't have the luxury to break down and cry right now because Wing was currently fighting for her life so it was only fair that he stayed strong for her too.

The emergency call bell rung.

Brian and Weston nervously walked towards the operation room. The door flew open and Vice Dean walked out looking anxious.

"Mr. Brian," the Vice Dean spoke urgently, "While Miss Wing wasn't seriously injured, the hospital doesn't have enough plasma for her right now."

Brian's worst nightmare had come true: Wing had septicemia, a condition where her plasma was rare so it was difficult to find donors. Although the private hospital of Dragon Empire Group had some reserved, they were not enough for Wing as she had lost so much blood.

Molly bit her lower lip as tears kept falling down from her bloodshot eyes.

Hiding under the moonlight not far away from Molly were a pair of eyes relishing every moment of this

as if a plan had turned out perfectly well.

All the doctors did their best to stop Wing's bleeding, making sure to check their watch too every now and then. Everyone was sweating profusely now with no less than five minutes from their one-hour deadline.

Brian's lips had turned into a thin, straight line as he stared at the door of operating room in his bloodshot eyes. He couldn't do anything but wait anxiously to see if Wing could hold on longer or if the plasma would arrive in time.

The sound of running footsteps came.

Brian and Weston instinctively looked at the direction where the sound was coming from—they saw a figure coming out of the stairwell and carrying a medical box.

"Mr. Brian," Vincent gasped, "The rest of the plasma is on the way. I figured you'd need some right away so I made sure at least this box arrived here first."

Brian just stared at Vincent then motioned for a nurse to take the box.

Because of Vincent's foresight, the doctors finally had enough plasma to continue Wing's operation. And a moment later, the remaining plasma arrived via ambulance at the hospital. Finally, the doctors were able to treat Wing's wound. Even though she wasn't perfectly fine yet, at least she was now past the crucial period.

Weston bit his bottom lip as he watched Wing lying in the ICU completely pale and pallid due to the massive blood loss. Until now, he could feel his chest tightening and the difficulty of breathing that came along with it. Just then, outside the operating room, he wouldn't allow himself to succumb to the pain and worry he was feeling because he knew he had to be strong for Wing.