Chapter 2

Wallace looked as if all his strength had been drained. He staggered back a step.

He stared at me intently, as if seeing me for the first time.

"You... you've been lying to me all along?"

I curved my lips slightly, finding this question incredibly stupid.

"You're just dumb."

"You assumed I was that little dog from the orphanage you picked up, who could only wag her tail and beg from you."

Aurora shrieked.

"You bitch! You schemed against our Wallace!"

She lunged at me with teeth and claws bared.

Reece stepped forward and blocked me like a wall.

"Miss Aurora, please show some self-respect."

Wallace grabbed Aurora. His voice was hoarse.

"Prescott, let's talk."

"I have nothing to talk about with you."

I lay back down and pulled the blanket over myself.

"Reece, show them out."

"Prescott!"

Wallace shouted unwillingly.

"Do you have to be this ruthless? Three years of feelings, you don't care about them at all?"

Feelings? I almost laughed out loud.

Was it the feelings he had while messing around with his first love in my hospital room when I was in critical surgery?

Or the feelings when he said "she's dying anyway, so what if she sees"?

"Wallace, are you worthy of talking about feelings?"

I threw off the blanket, sat up, and looked directly into his eyes.

"Get out."

"Or I'll have security throw you out."

Wallace's fists clenched so hard they crackled.

Aurora behind him was still fanning the flames.

"Wallace, don't beg her! She's just an ungrateful bitch! Let's go! Let's see how she survives without the Wallace family!"

Wallace's rationality seemed to be ignited by this sentence.

He took a deep breath, his eyes turning vicious again.

"Fine, Prescott, very good."

"You think pulling one drug can bring down the Wallace family?"

"Let me tell you, you're digging your own grave!"

He dragged the still-cursing Aurora out and slammed the door.

The world was finally quiet. Reece poured me a glass of warm water.

"Miss, the Wallace Group won't let this go easily."

"I know."

I took a sip of water to moisten my dry throat.

"Let them make a fuss. The bigger the better."

The Wallace family's foundation was Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals.

And Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals' glory over the past three years was almost entirely due to "Number One," this miracle drug.

"Number One" was my life's work. It was the result I achieved through countless days and nights of using my own body for clinical trials.

It could effectively suppress organ failure caused by a rare genetic defect in my body, and could also treat various cardiovascular terminal illnesses on the market.

Back then, when my condition flared up and I was on the verge of death, it was Wallace's father, Thompson, who found me.

He promised to give me the best medical resources and let me recover in peace.

The condition was that I had to grant exclusive production and sales rights for "Number One" to Wallace Group Pharmaceuticals.

I agreed.

Because at that time, I really did need a stable environment.

And also because Wallace's meticulous care for me made me have illusions.

I thought I had found someone I could entrust my life to. I thought the love he spoke of was real.

Looking back now, from beginning to end, it was all an elaborate scam.

What they valued was never me as a person, but "Number One" in my hands.

They kept me confined in this top-tier exclusive hospital room, claiming it was care when it was actually surveillance.

Making me think I couldn't survive without them. How ridiculous.

My phone rang again. This time it was Thompson.

I answered. An steady voice tinged with anger came through.

"Miss Prescott, Wallace is young and doesn't understand. Why bother arguing with him?"

"For the sake of us taking care of you for three years, making this big won't benefit anyone."

My tone was flat.

"Mr. Thompson, I'm just taking back what belongs to me."

"As for the debt of care, the profits 'Number One' has brought to Wallace Group over these years should have repaid it long ago, right?"

Thompson was silent for a moment. "Prescott, what exactly do you want?"

"Very simple."

"Wallace, with that woman, come before me and kneel to apologize."

"Otherwise, I'll see you in court."

With that, I hung up directly.

I knew Thompson wouldn't agree.

Wallace was his proudest son, the heir to Wallace Group.

How could he possibly let his son kneel before me, this "orphan"?

I just wanted them to recognize a fact.

That the current me had the qualification to make them kneel.