Chapter 4

But I had only taken two steps when I heard her and the other staff laughing.

Looking at the bed in the storage room, barely two feet wide, I clutched my head, overwhelmed, trying my best to suppress the surging emotions within me.

Perhaps triggered by my terrible mood, an old injury from prison flared up.

My entire lower body suddenly went numb. I dragged my heavy frame, painfully crawling to the door, yelling for help outside.

“Help! Can someone please get me my medication!”

I used all my strength, banging on the door and screaming desperately.

No one responded.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Christina’s voice, laced with amusement, drifted up.

“Ethan, do you think acting pitiful like this will make me forgive you sooner?”

“Raphael, look at him. If you had been more like him back then, maybe we wouldn't have broken up.”

Christina gently opened the door, peered through the crack, looking down at me playfully, then coyly nudged the man beside her with her finger.

“Christina, my leg injury flared up. Please send me…” I ignored their mockery, enduring the intense pain as I looked at Christina with pleading eyes.

But before I could finish, Raphael cut me off.

He kicked me on the floor, laughing loudly.

“I’m not going to be a lapdog.”

“Alright, let’s stop looking at the chihuahua. Christina, didn’t you want me to come back with you to get that expensive custom-made sexy lingerie? Let’s not waste any more time!”

Hearing this, Christina’s smug expression froze. After a moment, she looked at me with a slightly apologetic gaze.

“Uh… Ethan, don't misunderstand. I just booked a private photoshoot, and since we argued, I just asked Raphael to come with me.”

“We… there’s nothing going on. You… you should rest well. Don't stay on the cold floor.”

Christina’s explanation was weak and unconvincing… but I no longer had the energy to care.

When I tried to raise my head again, reaching out to Christina for help, she abruptly shut the door, almost catching my hand.

I lay on the floor, wailing in desperate pain, only hearing Christina’s coy, chiding voice fading into the distance.

The next time I woke, I was in a hospital.

“You’re awake?” Christina’s slightly anxious voice actually reached my ears.

“Why didn’t you make it clear yesterday? Brenda said you called for help for a long time.”

Before I could reply, Christina continued, feigning urgent concern.

“Didn’t you tell Brenda to ignore me?” I looked at her coldly.

“I told her to just give you a small punishment, not to let you die! Don’t worry, I’ve fired Brenda. Is that enough?”

She angrily picked up her phone, quickly typed a few words, then looked at me with an imperious expression.

As if any emotion from me was now my fault.

She always played dumb, never realizing that the one who constantly hurt me was always herself.

I closed my eyes in despair, not saying another word.

Just then, Christina’s phone rang, and her voice immediately reverted to its sweetest tone.

“Okay, tonight we won’t go home until we’re smashed. Wait for me at our usual spot.”

“The doctor said you’re fine. You rest well. I’ll come back to see you later.”

After hanging up, she hastily grabbed her bag and left, leaving me with only her retreating back.

Because it was an old injury, the doctor gave me the usual specialized medication, and the immediate effect was significant.