Chapter 4

She wore an exquisite gown, her figure graceful and elegant, her demeanor poised.

Dashiell was dressed in a luxurious suit, his posture upright and commanding.

The two walked arm in arm, looking like a match made in heaven, surrounded by adoration and admiration from everyone.

I only dared a single glance before immediately lowering my head.

Felicity, holding her drink, didn't recognize me. Just as I was about to turn away, Dashiell suddenly spoke up:

"What kind of incompetent server are you? Can't you see you've spilled wine on my clothes?"

I froze mid-step, only then noticing a damp spot on the corner of Dashiell's suit.

Without a word, I kept my head down and used a napkin to dab at the stain on Dashiell's suit.

Felicity watched me, her brow furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line.

Malice spread in Dashiell's eyes, and he suddenly kicked me in the chest.

A sharp pain shot through me as I fell to the ground, unable to hold back a cry of agony.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands. Security, get this guy out of here!"

Dashiell's face was contorted with anger, but he couldn't hide the smug satisfaction at the corners of his mouth.

Although only my eyes were visible,

In that fleeting moment of eye contact, Felicity still recognized me.Her lips quivered, a flash of sympathy flickered in her eyes, quickly replaced by endless mockery.

She raised her hand to stop the security guard's actions and pulled off my mask.

"Faye, how about greeting your ex-wife?"

Dashiell pretended to recognize me belatedly and hurriedly helped me up.

"Faye, is that you? You're Felicity's ex-husband, how could you be working as a waiter here?"

The hall suddenly seemed to hit mute, falling into instant silence.

Everyone's gaze fixed on me.

Then came a wave of ridicule from all around.

"I heard Ms. Kerpan's ex-wife abandoned her for money when she was at her lowest..."

"Karma always comes for the wicked."

"Leaving Ms. Kerpan only to end up as a waiter, serves him right!"

Someone threw red wine on my head.

Then, alcohol came pouring from all directions.

Glass after glass shattered against my body.

Dark red wine mixed with bright red blood, spreading across the floor.

Clearly, these people currying favor with Felicity wanted to vent their anger for her.

Blood trickled down my forehead and across my cheeks.

Yet I felt no pain, remaining silent.Felicity stared at me, her eyes filled with undisguised coldness.

"Faye, why so quiet? Is it because you charge for conversation too?"

Felicity let out a cold laugh, and a chorus of mockery echoed around her.

"You came to work as a waitress just to borrow money from me, right? Let me indulge you!"

She waved her hand, calling for someone to bring over more than a dozen bottles of expensive wine, opening them one by one.

"If you drink all of this, I'll give you three hundred grand."

She threw three hundred thousand dollars in cash onto the floor, staining the spilled wine blood-red.

Felicity's face was etched with an unrelenting frost.

Everyone in the living room wore sneering expressions, coldly observing this grand spectacle.

...

Ever since the artificial heart replacement,

My body had grown increasingly frail, unable to lift even slightly heavy objects.

I could no longer run or jump, and even walking a few extra steps left me breathless.

The alcohol that ordinary people use to numb themselves,

I couldn't touch more than a sip without risking my artificial heart going on strike.

I lifted my head, looking at the woman, tugging at the corner of my mouth, and finally spoke:

"I guess that means the two hundred grand doesn't need to be paid back either."

Felicity was suddenly taken aback, fury rising in her ice-cold eyes.

Then came the tense sound of grinding teeth:

"Fine!With a nod to her response, I flashed a smile and promptly grabbed the bottle, pouring the liquor down my throat.

My body had long since been pushed to its limits, and my doctor had strictly forbidden me from touching even a drop of alcohol.

The fiery liquid filled my mouth, causing my body to instinctively retch, nearly spewing it back out.

Fighting the discomfort, I forced myself to swallow, then reached for another bottle, and another.

Everyone watched this pathetic spectacle with mocking eyes.

Only Felicity's face gradually darkened, clouding over with concern.

As I downed yet another bottle and reached for the next, Felicity finally couldn't hold back and grabbed my hand.

"Faye, without money, you'll die. Is that it?!"

Meeting her bloodshot eyes, I nodded.

"You're right. Without money, I'll die."

She angrily shoved me away.

"Fine, then drink up! Drink your fill!"

My body felt as if it were weighed down by massive boulders.

The artificial heart in my chest seemed to have stopped beating altogether.

I managed a weak smile, took a shallow breath, and reached for another bottle, ready to pour it down my throat.

Felicity, unable to bear it any longer, yanked the bottle from my hand and let out a beastly roar:

"Enough!"

My body finally gave out, and I collapsed to the floor.

Tiny shards of glass pierced my skin, staining the ground crimson.Hearing the commotion, Caelan rushed over, horrified as he helped me up.

He shouted at Felicity:

"Faye gave you her heart! She's living on an artificial one now. She can't drink alcohol at all - don't you know it could kill her?"