My stomach was already aching badly, and his rough pull made it worse.
A metallic taste rose in my throat, and I spat out a mouthful of blood.
Xavier froze, instinctively letting go of me.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I sighed inwardly. Why couldn’t I hold it back?
How much more of my misery would he have to witness in this lifetime?
Thankfully, Lily spoke first.
“Ah, Mrs. Spencer, is it because I messaged you asking for a late-night snack and you refused, that you pretended to vomit blood?”
“It’s alright, just say so. Making up such stories only makes Xavier worry more. I should’ve known better than to give the nanny a day off. Sigh, I’ll do it myself…”
Hearing that, Xavier’s face turned cold again. He sneered,
“You never disappoint me—your lies just keep improving.”
“Compared to what you did to Lily, what’s wrong with making a midnight snack? Go on, or should I call your parents to help you?”
He dragged me toward the kitchen. Just then, his phone rang.
Grandpa Charles wanted him to return to the old house, saying he needed to talk.
Naturally, Xavier wouldn’t leave Lily alone. Before he left, he ordered his bodyguards to watch me until I finished making the snack and not let me go anywhere.
But he didn’t know that the moment they stepped out, his men were knocked unconscious.
“Young Madam, Master asked us to take you away,” one of them said.
I refused the card Grandpa Charles had sent and went alone to the Williams family’s old house.
This place held countless memories of my parents and me.
Everything looked the same, yet everything had changed.
I looked down at my hands—hands that had performed countless surgeries, saved countless lives…
But not my own parents.
I had lied to Grandpa Charles; a daughter like me didn’t deserve peace.
As the blade cut across my wrist, I pulled out a family photo from my pocket.
Dad was still young and handsome, Mom elegant and gentle, and I… I hadn’t yet married Xavier.
My vision dimmed, and I closed my eyes with relief.
It’s good—it won’t hurt anymore.
It’s good—I can finally see Mom and Dad again.
…At the old house, Xavier waited all night, but Grandpa Charles never appeared.
The butler brought a stack of documents, saying they were from the company.
Xavier didn’t know what his grandfather was planning. The image of me coughing up blood kept flashing in his mind, leaving him restless.
He signed the papers without even looking.
Then his men reported that I was missing.
Xavier could no longer sit still.
His first thought was that I must’ve gone to find my parents—or run away with them.
Ridiculous. Even if I hid to the ends of the earth, he could find me.
Escaping him? Impossible.
He sent people to block the airports and train stations, while he rushed to the Williams family home himself.
But when he pushed open the door, he froze.
