It seems that, in retrospect, he really might have guessed wrong back then, and Mark Dawson was telling the truth.

The marriage between Mark Dawson and her was, in fact, just a formality. After losing the heir of the Di family, it was entirely possible for Mark Dawson to choose to divorce her in order to get the Shen family's money. In fact, that would have been the right choice.

As for whether the Shen family would give money to Mark Dawson to have him divorce her, Grace Sullivan had no doubt at all. She, Grace Sullivan, still had some status in the Shen family, provided that she could sacrifice herself for them.

Deep inside, Grace Sullivan suddenly felt a kind of blockage. Even though she didn't like Mark Dawson, she didn't mind that Mark Dawson liked her. Now, realizing that Mark Dawson didn't actually like her, but had other reasons, she knew she shouldn't care, yet she still felt an unbearable sense of loss.

"You go ahead, I won't see you off..." Grace Sullivan snapped out of her thoughts, but before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly felt everything go black and collapsed to the ground.

At that moment, Jack Dawson had just taken out the wooden box. Seeing Grace Sullivan faint, he hurried forward to catch her.

A soft touch and a faint fragrance drifted over. At such close range, Jack Dawson could clearly see Grace Sullivan's flawless, beautiful face. Thinking of her perfect figure, he thought to himself that it was no wonder his past self had given his life for Grace Sullivan; this woman was indeed very beautiful.

But no matter how infatuated he was with Grace Sullivan, that was his past life and had nothing to do with who he was now.

Jack Dawson knew that Grace Sullivan had fainted because her life-leak illness had flared up. He didn't wake her, but instead opened the wooden box, lifted Grace Sullivan's clothes, and placed the red xue flower on her back. Then, with one hand pressing the red xue flower, he began to knead and press the acupoints on Grace Sullivan's body with the other.

The red xue flower was not meant to be taken directly, but to be infused into the body with golden needles.

Jack Dawson was the equivalent of a grandmaster in medicine. Even without golden needles, he could use acupressure techniques to help the red xue flower permeate into Grace Sullivan's body.

In just over ten minutes, the red xue flower on Grace Sullivan's back had become dry and gray. Grace Sullivan had not yet woken up, but her pale face already showed a hint of color.

Jack Dawson tossed the withered red xue flower to the ground, helped Grace Sullivan pull down her clothes, and laid her down to sleep.

Using a red xue flower obtained in his previous life to save Grace Sullivan was his way of putting a period on the feelings his past self had for her. After leaving this room, he and Grace Sullivan would have nothing more to do with each other.

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Chapter 15: Friends

Jack Dawson did not return to his old place, not just because that apartment was rented, but also because he didn't want to get entangled with that Henry Dawson from the Di family. Di Pharmaceuticals sounded impressive, but Jack Dawson really didn't care about it. Besides, he knew very well that he had nothing to do with that Victor Dawson.

Once again carrying his bag through the bustling city of Luojin, Jack Dawson's mind was filled with the question of where he should go next.

He didn't know how long he walked or how long he thought, but suddenly a phone number surfaced in his memory. It seemed that in his previous life, whenever he needed help, he would call this number.

The call was answered by a slightly tired male voice. When the person heard Jack Dawson's voice, he immediately exclaimed in delight, "Mark, where are you? Why haven't I heard from you for over a year?"

A familiar name popped up: Frank Fox. What a strange name. Clearly, Frank Fox and Jack Dawson had an unusual relationship. After anxiously telling Jack Dawson to wait right there, he hurriedly hung up.

Jack Dawson didn't have to wait long. In just half an hour, a taxi stopped in front of him.

Out of the car came a short, chubby young man. He looked ordinary, his hair a bit messy, but his face was filled with genuine happiness. At a glance, Jack Dawson knew this was Frank Fox.

"Mark, where have you been this past year? Why didn't you call me even once?" Frank Fox shouted loudly before he even reached him.

"I went out to clear my head. Now I don't even have a place to stay. Also, I've changed my name to Jack Dawson," Jack Dawson said.

"Why change your name for no reason? Come on, let's go to my place—it's really spacious," Frank Fox said cheerfully, slapping Jack Dawson on the shoulder, not treating him as an outsider at all.

Frank Fox claimed his place was big, but in Jack Dawson's eyes, it was at most a little over twenty square meters. If that was all, it would be fine. The key point was, there was also a woman in the room.

Even if Frank Fox hadn't explained, Jack Dawson could guess that this must be Frank Fox's girlfriend. She looked pretty decent, with a nice figure too.

"Lily, this is my best buddy Mark Dawson—well, now he's changed his name to Jack Dawson."

After introducing them, Frank Fox looked at Jack Dawson with some pride and said, "Little Jack, my girlfriend Lily Turner just moved in not long ago."

Lily Turner didn't share Frank Fox's enthusiasm for Jack Dawson. She glanced at the bag on Jack Dawson's back, then looked uncertainly at Frank Fox and said, "You're not saying he’s going to live here, are you?"

"Yeah, this place is huge. We can just put something in the middle to divide it..."

Before Frank Fox could finish, Jack Dawson spoke up, "Fox, I mainly came to see you. I'll leave in a bit."

Hearing this, Lily Turner's expression improved a little.