Chapter 3

After entering a room, I was abruptly pushed down.

"She's got the negative blood type, draw from her!"

Before I could react, the sharp needle had already pierced my skin.

They didn't stop until they'd drawn a full 600 milliliters of blood.

I felt dizzy and weak, unable to stand up.

Yet I heard the doctor tell Dashiell, "Don't worry, Miss Duke will be just fine."

Hearing this, Dashiell finally relaxed from his tense state.

He noticed my gaze and explained somewhat guiltily.

"Felicity, I'm doing this to bring good fortune to our child. Even if the person in danger wasn't Elena, we couldn't just stand by and do nothing."

I felt too awful to listen to anything, and numbly nodded.

"I understand, it's okay. You stay here and take care of her. I want to go home and rest first."

"Don't be silly, you're my darling, of course I'm going to stay with you."

Dashiell tenderly blew on my wound, intending to take me home.

Halfway there, we ran into Elena.

"Sister Felicity, thank you for donating blood for me. Let me treat everyone to a meal as a small token of appreciation."I hadn't even spoken when Dashiell eagerly agreed.

At the restaurant, he expertly ordered the dishes, clearly familiar with the place.

He casually placed a glass of pineapple juice in front of me, saying, "Elena doesn't like this, so you drink it. It's good for the baby."

I smiled helplessly.

He remembered all of Elena's preferences, yet forgot that I'm allergic to pineapple.

Love and indifference are indeed hidden in the details, not a bit wrong about that.

While Dashiell was in the bathroom, Elena pretended to casually reveal her jade pendant, then looked at me with a cold smile.

"Sister Felicity, what do you call a woman who gets fooled once? Stupid. What about twice?"

"Whatever it is, it's none of your business."

I didn't want to engage with Elena's provocation.

Suddenly, she ripped the jade pendant from her neck, smashing it on the ground, and slapped herself hard twice across the face.

"Dashiell, Sister Felicity still won't forgive me. She even said I was deliberately seducing you and threatened to slash my face..."

Elena threw herself into Dashiell's arms, crying her eyes out.

Seeing the handprints on her face, Dashiell, without a second thought, shoved me to the ground."Felicity, how can you be so vicious, treating a sick person with such cruelty!"

The ringing in my head, coupled with the pain in my body.

Instantly transported me back to that hellish week.

On foreign streets, amidst a hail of gunfire.

I drifted between life and death like a rootless duckweed.

And the man who rescued me from that inferno, who promised to love me forever.

Now, for Elena's sake, uses the very hand that pulled me from the abyss to ruthlessly shove me into an irredeemable pit.

Past and present anguish intertwined.

I couldn't help but tremble, tears streaming down my face.

Dashiell, now alert, was startled by my condition.

He fumbled to explain himself.

"Felicity, please don't cry. I didn't mean to, I just acted on impulse..."

Beside him, Elena's eyes also welled up with tears.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have shown up here to cause trouble. Felicity, sis, I'm already married. I know I've wronged you in the past, but now I just want to live peacefully with my husband."

"If you hate me so much, I'll disappear from your sight forever!"

With that, she dashed towards the bustling street.

Dashiell glanced at me, torn.After a moment's hesitation, I decided to follow Elena.

Fighting back tears, I wiped my eyes.

Amidst the strange looks from those around me, I got up and left.

On my way home, I received a message from Dashiell.

"Felicity, don't be angry. Elena is an important client for our company. I gave her the jade pendant for the sake of future cooperation."

"I didn't mean to lay a hand on you. I mistook you for someone else because my vision was blurry. Elena isn't in good health. Don't be upset or hold a grudge against a sick person. I'll make it up to you when I get home."

Lame excuses, a dismissive attitude.

It was all enough to show that Dashiell didn't take the hurt he caused me seriously at all.

He was certain that I was deeply in love with him and would believe everything he said without question.

But how could someone whose heart had turned to ashes love again?

Damien's betrayal had left me emotionally and physically tormented.

Dashiell's lies had utterly crushed my spirit and left me in despair.

At this moment, I didn't even have the strength to cry anymore.

I turned my gaze to the fleeting scenery outside the window, silently lamenting.

Dashiell, I hope that when you see my "dead body" tomorrow,

You can be just as dismissive as you are right now.