All too late for his love

"Let... let go of me.

Even though Zayn had completely abandoned her, Willow still didn't want him to see her in such a sorry u state.

Her left hand couldn't muster any strength, so she reached out with her right hand, trying to free herself from Zayn's grip But how could her meager strength compare to Zayn's?

Plus, her blood had stuck the bandage to her skin, so when Zayn pulled forcefully, the pain was indescribable. She was in too much pain to summon any strength in her body.

Seeing Willow desperately trying to get her hand back, Zayn's smile grew wider.

Ha! This hypocritical woman was terrified he would see through her painful trick!

Zayn suddenly tore off the bandage from Willow's hand with a sudden jerk. Willow's body shook uncontrollably from the intense pain, her heart thumping nonstop.

"Willow, now I want to see how you can still pretend..."

Zayn's voice abruptly stopped as he stared incredulously at the wound on her hand. He wanted to see how she had faked this bloody appearance.

But no matter how hard he stared at Willow's hand, he couldn't find her pinky finger. Instead, the wound where her finger had been amputated had reopened, and pus and blood continued to flow.

Zayn's eyes blazed with anger, and he squeezed Willow's wrist harder, nearly crushing it.

He suddenly stood up, gripping her shoulders tightly.

His voice was fierce yet subtly tender. "Willow, where's your pinky finger? Where's your pinky finger?

"Tell me, who chopped off your pinky finger! Speak, Willow, talk to me!"

Zayn forcefully shook Willow's body, only to realize that she had passed out from the pain.

"Willow!"

Zayn immediately lifted her and rushed out of the small apartment.

He ran too fast, forgetting to take the elevator and sprinting down the stairs instead.

"It hurts..."

Willow's weak voice suddenly sounded, causing Zayn to tighten his arms around her involuntarily. He reassured her, "Willow, it'll stop hurting soon. Once we get to the hospital, it won't hurt anymore."

"Zayn, it hurts..."

Willow seemed not to hear Zayn's voice, murmuring only to herself, "Zayn, my heart hurts..."

Hearing Willow's cries, Zayn's heart felt like it was being stabbed.

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No one else could harm her!

Zayn had already called Liam while on the road.

Liam was incredibly efficient, and by the time they arrived at the hospital, he had already arranged for the best specialist doctor to come and treat Willow. The moment Zayn saw the specialist in a white coat, he grabbed his collar aggressively. "She's injured! She's in pain! I won't allow her to suffer!"

The specialist, trembling, glanced discreetly at Willow lying in the hospital room.

With such a bloody wound, how could she not be in pain?

Nevertheless, he assured Zayn, "Mr.

Carter, rest assured, I will do my best to ensure this young lady's injuries heal as soon as possible." "I want her to stand before me completely unharmed! Otherwise, I will not forgive easily!" Zayn bellowed.