Agnes just couldn't bear to stay with him.
She whispered, "Can you find your own way home? You've had a few drinks, don't drive yourself. Get a designated driver or call your secretary. I need to go see my dad."
With that, Agnes turned and walked away.
Jared had planned to spend the night with Agnes, looking after Preston.
But as he watched Agnes walk away, he'd never felt so lost.
Earlier in the evening, Mamie had casually mentioned that Agnes might be pregnant.
To him, it was like seeing an oasis in the middle of a desert. A glimmer of hope.
If Agnes was pregnant, maybe things would change. Maybe she wouldn't be so determined to leave him, to abandon him.
Even if it was for the sake of the baby, maybe she'd stay.
He was willing to do anything, even spend his whole life making up for the pain he caused her, just to have her stay.
But in the end, it was all just wishful thinking.
Nobody could understand the depth of his disappointment, which was more like despair.
Jared admitted to himself, he was head over heels in love with her.
He couldn't imagine a life without her. Why was she becoming more and more determined to leave? What was he supposed to do?
Agnes went to Preston's hospital room.
He was still lying there, breathing evenly.
The doctors said the chances of him regaining consciousness were slim.
But as long as his vital signs were stable, Agnes felt comforted.
The room was very quiet.
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