In an instant, the illusion of tenderness shattered into pieces.
"A Frenchman?"
"Stay there. Cover your mouth and nose with a wet towel. Hold on, I’m on my way!"
He hung up and immediately told his assistant to arrive within ten minutes and save her.
Then he turned back to me, his eyes sharp and cold.
"Was it him?"
I let out a bitter laugh.
"You think he listens to me? If it were really him, why would he have agreed to the divorce back then?"
But he wasn’t listening at all.
"A Frenchman, who else could it be but him! Avery, I told you Addison is just my sister. Why are you so obsessed with her?"
"If I’d known it would come to this, I never should’ve brought you back! You two are so close that he even crossed the ocean to help you. I really underestimated you!"
The words I wanted to say caught in my throat.
Without a second glance, he stormed out of the hospital.
The doctor walked in, holding a medical report.
"Miss Chandler, due to the severity of your injury and miscarriage, your previous treatments have been rendered useless. You’ll no longer be able to have children. Please take care of yourself."
That night, my heart-wrenching cries echoed down the corridor.
I laughed and sobbed by turns, looking every bit the lunatic.
At dawn, I discharged myself and went straight to the airport.
Just before boarding, a message from Easton arrived.
[Addison is out of danger. I’m not blaming you. I just hope you don’t turn into someone I can’t recognize. Avery, you weren’t like this before.]
[I’ll be staying here with Addison for the next two days before the wedding. Get some rest. Don’t let me down again.]
Was he truly caring for Addison? Or was he simply afraid I’d hurt his so-called “sister” again?
At that point, I no longer cared.
A notification popped up. My identity documents had been successfully canceled.
I snapped my SIM card in half and threw it away.
Without looking back, I boarded the plane.
Easton, this time, I set you free.
Let’s never meet again.
