Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)

Chapter 444 Scars Everywhere

Then he found something else, and that was the cave and what about the supplies in the cave?

"Where did... these come from?" Jared asked, lifting the covers from his body.

Amber sat down and explained, "They come with the cave."

"Came with them?" Jared raised his eyebrow, apparently surprised by the answer.

Amber nodded, "Yes, I was carrying you out of the forest to see if there was anyone living out there,

and as long as there was, we could be saved, and before we could get out, the sky changed, I found

this cave, and I brought you in to get out of the rain, when I came in, I found these things."

"I see." Jared nodded, and then frowned. "Could this cave be the home of a fugitive?"

Some of the prisoners on the run like to hide in the woods.

So it's hard not to think that something like this, in a cave, belongs to a fugitive.

"No," said Amber, shaking her head. "At first I wondered if it belonged to a fugitive, but then I found

this."

She pointed to the left breast pocket of her camouflage clothes.

Jared looked down and saw the words "Ranger" and he was relieved. "They belonged to a ranger," he

said

He had indeed heard that some of the Rangers would build huts or sheds on the hills so that if they

patrol too late outside, they could have a place to stay at night.

So it makes sense that this natural cave would be used by the Rangers.

"Yes, that's why I feel comfortable taking you to spend the night here." Amber smiled, "Speaking of

which, we should be grateful to the two rangers for the clothes and blankets and, most importantly, the

medical kit and food and drink, otherwise we would not have made it through the night even if we had a

fire."

At this point, she suddenly remembered something, looked at the man's pale handsome face, and

asked: "By the way, Mr. Farrell how is your head now? And your arms and your back, are they still

hurting?"

Jared chuckled and replied, "My head's still a little fuzzy, my arms don't feel much, and my back doesn't

hurt as much. Did you dress my wound?"

He remembered she said there was a medical kit.

So there's a good chance she drugged him.

Amber nodded. "Yes, the wound on your back was split open. If I don't dress your wound, you'll get

inflammation and fever, so I did."

"Thank you." Jared looked at her.

Amber waved her hand. "You don't have to thank me. I'm the one who should be thanking you. I'm the

reason you're in this mess."

"I was willing to do this, so you don't have to worry about it." Jared consoled her.

Amber took a breath. "All right, Mr. Farrell, let's not talk about it. Are you hungry?"

Jared nodded slightly. "A little."

"Wait a minute."

She got up and went to the place where she had taken the biscuits and the water, and returned with a

bag of biscuits and the water.

"There are only emergency rations here, so you'll have to make do," said Amber, tearing off the

package and unscrewing the cap.

As Jared watched her do it for him, his eyes filled with tenderness. "It's okay. In a situation like this,

having food is good enough."

"Yeah," agreed Amber, nodding. "We should thank the ranger, who left the things here, but my cell

phone and wallet are gone, and I don't know how to..."

"I think I still have my wallet in my pocket," said Jared, pointing to his pants by the fire.

Amber looked, "No wonder when I took your pants off, I felt something was there. It was your wallet."

Jared raised an eyebrow, "Took my pants off?"

Amber looked him in the eyes, and realized that her words were misleading, and her face suddenly

turned red with embarrassment, "Well... you passed out, so I tried to change you into some dry clothes,

but I didn't do anything to you, and I didn't look."

"Really?" Jared looked at her with a half-smile.

Amber looked at his smile, her face redder, and with a guilty look in her eyes, "of course... It's true."

She didn't do anything to him. She couldn't have done anything to him.

It's just... She saw something she shouldn't.

"Okay, I believe you." Jared let out a low chuckle as the woman blushed like crazy.

What if she gets angry later?

"Oh yeah," Amber turned her head back. "What's that scar on your chest?"

Jared, who was drinking the water, paused when she asked.

But soon, he returned to normal, put down his water bottle, and simply replied, "I had a heart transplant

surgery."

"Heart transplant?" Amber was goggle-eyed.

Chest surgery, she knew must be related to the heart, such as bypass, a heart repair, and so on.

But she didn't know it was a heart transplant.

Heart transplant meant that the heart that Jared had in his chest right now, it's not his but someone

else's.

"Why did you need a heart transplant?" Amber looked at the man in surprise.

The Man took a bite of the cookie and chewed it slowly, "I was born with congenital heart disease. I had

a hole in my heart from an early age that couldn't be repaired. When I was born, the doctors said I

wouldn't live past 20, but because the Farrell family had money and gave me everything they had, I

lived until I was twenty-four and had my heart replaced."

"Twenty-four..." Amber opened her mouth. "Wasn't that six years ago?"

"Yes." Jared nodded, then looked her in the eye, "six years ago, I asked you to meet me, in a letter, to

tell you that I was in love with you, you agreed to meet, that you specifically called me and asked me

what day I was meeting you and the answer I gave was a month later."

"I know," Amber replied.

Jared swallowed the cookie in his mouth. "The day you called me was the day of my surgery, and the

reason I was supposed to meet you a month later was that it was the time I could get out of bed after

the surgery."

"So that's why." Amber, feeling a little sour, understood everything.

No wonder that day she heard his voice, it was so weak, it turned out that he was sick, he had to have

surgery.

Otherwise, she must be able to recognize his voice, he was the boy she has always loved, the one boy

who always wore a white shirt and loved to smile.

Sadly, that's all in the past.

Taking a deep breath, Amber pressed down the sour feeling in her heart and pulled at the corners of

her mouth. "As I recall, congenital heart defects are genetic. Who did you get it from?" She asked

"My mother," Jared said.

Then, thinking of something else, he added, "Not Shonna Woodham. She's not my biological mother.

She is my stepmother. I inherited it from my biological mother."

"I know Shonna is your stepmother. Grandmother told me before," Amber replied without surprise.

"But I always wondered why Shonna was so nice to you, and she didn't seem like she could be a very

good stepmother." Amber wondered.

Jared smiled, "It's true. She is, she is snobbish and vulgar, petty and calculating. She doesn't seem like

she could make a good stepmother. But she's not a bad person, and she's really nice to me because

she feels guilty."

"Guilty?" Amber raised her eyebrow, "Isn't it true that she was the other woman in your parents'

marriage, and that she felt so guilty about sabotaging their relationship? But that's not right, if that were

true, you would never forgive her. Why would you treat her like your own mother?"NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.