All eyes in the room turned toward us.
It seemed the woman was a fanatical admirer of Yohan.
She let out a cold laugh, her eyes brimming with contempt.
“Remember that lab fire? He burned half his leg trying to save you and he still has the scar!”
Yohan rolled up his pant leg, revealing the startling scar.
Veronica, standing beside him, gasped for breath.
“That award-winning project of yours? He kept it from you, working tirelessly for a month before submitting the final version.”
“That so-called academic title? He begged and groveled countless times to secure it for you.”
“Veronica, your achievements today are not due to you and your husband, it’s down to Yohan!”
The room erupted in shock.
I broke the silence, speaking calmly, “But all he did was act on his own delusions. Veronica never asked him to do any of this.”
“If Yohan uses this to blackmail me, he’s destroying our family and trying to become the mistress who takes my place!”
The woman was indignant and about to speak again, but Yohan pulled her back, tears streaming down his face.
“Veronica, please stop! William is right, I shouldn’t harbor immoral fantasies about you!”
“It was all my own choice. I love someone without expecting anything in return.”
The woman was almost crying. “Yohan, you’re too selfless. It’s not worth it for someone like Veronica.”
Only then did Veronica speak slowly, “William is right and he is my only husband. He was in the past, he is now and he will be forever.”
“Please leave. Stop spreading false accusations here.”
Her voice was firm. Yet I could sense her fingertips trembling slightly. She looked at Yohan with a hint of confusion.
My heart felt as if a needle had pricked it. Even though I’d already decided to leave, it still hurt.
Just then, the crystal chandelier overhead suddenly made a strange noise and crashed straight down toward us.
Screams erupted and I instinctively closed my eyes.
Veronica, beside me, used all her strength to shove me in the opposite direction. But she darted forward like an arrow, rushing toward Yohan.
“Bang!”
The chandelier smashed to pieces beside me, shards of glass slicing my arm and cheek. Through the pain, I could still see faintly in the distance.
Veronica had shielded Yohan fiercely beneath her body. The main frame of the chandelier crashed down on her back. Yohan was still in shock.
But voices spoke nearby, “Mr. Larrison only has a grazed knee. Ms. Gerosa, did you really need all those resources to save him?”
“Your husband is bleeding heavily! If he doesn’t get treatment soon, he could die!”
Before losing consciousness, I saw Veronica carry Yohan away, disappearing from my sight.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed.
The nurses whispered gossip outside the door.
“Did you hear? Ms. Gerosa fractured her back trying to save Mr. Larrison!”
“That’s right! She wasn’t even fully recovered herself, yet she was rushing to apply medicine and feed Mr. Larrison soup. Her own husband didn’t get that kind of treatment!”
“Tsk. She and Mr. Larrison are true love, aren’t they? A perfect match that’s the kind of chemistry that makes a couple.”
It was a long time before Veronica finally came to my hospital room. She held a half-bowl of soup, intending to feed it to me.
I threw it to the floor. “I don’t want leftovers from someone else.”
Hearing this, her face filled with guilt. “William, I’m sorry. Yohan saved my life first, so I repaid her with mine. It’s a common thing as human beings.”
