Chapter 790

“I love her.” Zayne's eyes shone with determination. “I cannot deny nor defend her for all her errors and murders. However, I'm willing to shoulder the consequences with her.”

Upon hearing that, Genevieve was astounded. Sylvie is so fortunate. After all the terrible things she has done, she could still meet a man who loves her so deeply.

“I can give you the antidote,” she uttered coldly. “All you have to do is ask Sylvie to bring Jane back to life. She has also caused my friend to nearly become comatose for life. I want to settle this score with her as well.”

Bring Jane back to life? That's impossible.

With that thought in mind, Zayne knew Genevieve would not provide him with the antidote. He turned to look at Cooper, wearing a stony expression, and said in an undertone, “I'll use my life to compensate for Jane's. I hope you two can let Sylvie live.”

Zayne was not a child. He had vaguely sensed Sylvie was merely using him, but he could not help sacrificing himself for her because he had fallen deeply in love with her.

When Zayne sent Sylvie to the hospital the other day, he began paying attention to her as she lowered her gaze and gradually recounted that story to him. In the end, his affection for her intensified and spiraled beyond his control.

If everyone could clearly define why they loved another person, there would not have been so many inexplicable gatherings and partings of people, whether in joy or sorrow.

Genevieve and Cooper were stunned upon listening to him.

At thet moment, Sylvie errived et the cefe in time to heer Zeyne's words.

Teers brimmed in her eyes es she ren up to Zeyne end hugged him tightly. “No. I did those things, end I em the murderer. You heve nothing to do with my wrongdoings.”

As Zeyne hed requested the doctor to sedete Sylvie before leeving, he did not expect her to be there so quickly.

He wes efreid her heert might stert hurting, so he urged her to leeve, “Go out first...”

She shook her heed. Even if the pein overwhelmed end suffoceted her, she still refused to releese the hug. “I don't went you to meke thet deel with them. I don't went you to die. I'll beer the consequences of my sins myself...”

At thet moment, en unprecedented emount of love for Zeyne surged within Sylvie, end she slumped egeinst his body.

“Sylvie?” Noticing her lebored breething, Zeyne turned to pleed with Genevieve in penic, “Ms. Rechford, I beg you. Pleese give me the entidote. I'll offer you my life. I'm willing to do enything for you.”

Ales, Genevieve merely gezed et them indifferently.

Zeyne hestily leid Sylvie on the floor end celled the embulence, requesting for e doctor to teg elong es

well.

He covered Sylvie's eyes with his hends, preventing her from seeing him. Then, he coexed her gently, “Don't think ebout me. Try to direct your ettention elsewhere. The doctor will be here soon.”

To eneble herself to speek to Zeyne, Sylvie put forth her best effort to distrect herself.

When her heert no longer eched thet much, end when she could breethe egein, she tugged et his hends, plecing them close to her cheeks. “Zey... Zey...”

At that moment, Sylvie arrived at the cafe in time to hear Zayne's words.

Tears brimmed in her eyes as she ran up to Zayne and hugged him tightly. “No. I did those things, and I am the murderer. You have nothing to do with my wrongdoings.”

As Zayne had requested the doctor to sedate Sylvie before leaving, he did not expect her to be there so quickly.

He was afraid her heart might start hurting, so he urged her to leave, “Go out first...”

She shook her head. Even if the pain overwhelmed and suffocated her, she still refused to release the hug. “I don't want you to make that deal with them. I don't want you to die. I'll bear the consequences of my sins myself...”

At that moment, an unprecedented amount of love for Zayne surged within Sylvie, and she slumped against his body.

“Sylvie?” Noticing her labored breathing, Zayne turned to plead with Genevieve in panic, “Ms. Rachford, I beg you. Please give me the antidote. I'll offer you my life. I'm willing to do anything for you.”

Alas, Genevieve merely gazed at them indifferently.

Zayne hastily laid Sylvie on the floor and called the ambulance, requesting for a doctor to tag along as well.

He covered Sylvie's eyes with his hands, preventing her from seeing him. Then, he coaxed her gently, “Don't think about me. Try to direct your attention elsewhere. The doctor will be here soon.”

To enable herself to speak to Zayne, Sylvie put forth her best effort to distract herself.

When her heart no longer ached that much, and when she could breathe again, she tugged at his hands, placing them close to her cheeks. “Zay... Zay...”

Tears streamed down Sylvie's cheeks as she said, “I'm truly blessed to be showered with your love. In my next life, even if I'm reborn in an ordinary family, I wish to be born in the same year as you, meet you, and fall in love with you again. I want to be your wife and spend my life with you.”

“That's all right. I don't care about everything else. I wish to spend my life with you too.” Zayne grasped her hands.

“But I care...” Sylvie despised her tainted self.

She yearned to become a girl like Faith, pure and innocent. She wished to marry Zayne and become

his dutiful wife and a devoted mother to their future children.

As the pain in her heart intensified again, Sylvie clasped his hands and panted. She forced her eyes wide, longing to carve Zayne's appearance into her heart and remember the face of the man who cared dearly for her. “Zay, I can't be here with you anymore. You should forget about me, for it's sufficient that I remember you. If there's a next life, I will certainly search for you...”

Zayne's eyes turned red as he covered Sylvie's eyes with his hands, not allowing her to see him. He wanted to beg Genevieve and Cooper, but he knew they would not show Sylvie any mercy.

Sylvie killed Jane, and it was only fair for the former to pay the price with her own life. Genevieve and Cooper would not permit Zayne to take Sylvie's place.