Chapter 4

One sleepless night.

Early the next morning, Vivienne returned with a lunchbox in hand.

Seeing I was awake, a flicker of guilt crossed her expression.

"Dane, did you not sleep well last night? Why are you up so early?"

I forced a smile, pretending to know nothing.

"I woke up needing the bathroom, that's all. Why are you up so early?"

Vivienne breathed a sigh of relief, pointing to the lunchbox in her hand with pride.

"I wanted to get you a hot breakfast, to make sure my husband eats the freshest food."

In the past, I would have been deeply touched by her gesture.

But now, I only felt how clumsy her acting truly was.

When you love someone, you automatically gloss over those inexplicable details.

Now that love is gone, it all seems ridiculous.

Vivienne opened the lunchbox, eagerly offering a plate of pancakes to my lips.

The pancakes had been sealed in the container too long, and the smell had turned quite unpleasant.

I couldn't hold back, leaning over the bed to vomit.

Vivienne let out a startled cry, a flash of disgust in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it.

Watching her reluctantly clean up after me, I suddenly felt a surge of vindictive pleasure. At the time, I took care of her father in the same way. Today, if it weren't for trying to win my favor, Vivienne wouldn't be so patient with me.

"I'm sorry, these pancakes have a strange smell. It's making me feel sick," I said, looking at her with a smile in my eyes.

"I'll be discharged tomorrow, and then we can go see Dad."

"But I'm still hungry now, and I feel even dizzier. Could you go buy me something else to eat?"

Hearing this, Vivienne hurriedly looked up.

She was hoping I could be discharged soon, naturally not wanting anything else to happen to me.

So she decisively said, "Okay, Dane, what else do you want to eat? I'll go get it for you."

I deliberately mentioned some food that could only be bought from far away. Vivienne gritted her teeth and left again with her car keys.

Gevano also sent me the documents at this time.

"I've prepared the agreement according to your requirements. Can you check if anything needs to be changed?"

My financial was not entangled hard with hers. I planned to leave the house to her and only ask for $200,000 in compensation.

After quickly reviewing it, I set it as a scheduled email to be sent to Vivienne's inbox. Now the most crucial task is to leave New York City before she can coerce or cajole me into donating bone marrow.

I begged a few friends to help me pack my things.

After putting important documents and valuables in a bag, everything else was simply burned.

Seven years together, I've left quite a few traces in this home.

But in the end, this is all I can take with me.

After all the preparations were complete, Vivienne finally returned.

Having run around half the city, her patience with me was completely exhausted.

She wearily tossed some things at me, then sat down to rest.

I ignored her, contentedly eating my meal, feeling utterly indifferent.

After a long while, Vivienne's phone rang.

She glanced at me instinctively, then muted her phone.

In that instant, I guessed it was Draven calling.

"Work stuff is too busy, I need to step outside to take this call. You get some rest."

Vivienne said, then hurried out to the hallway.

A while later, she grabbed her purse, preparing to go out again.

"The boss says I need to handle an urgent matter. I'll be back in a few hours."

I grabbed her hand, "Didn't you say you took time off? Why do they still have work for you to do?" "Vivienne, I don't want you to go. Why don't I talk to your supervisor instead?"

Vivienne looked displeased and held onto her phone, preventing me from touching it.

"Forget it, forget it. I'll talk to my supervisor myself. After all, you're more important."

She deliberately sent a voice message, then sat down next to me and started mindlessly scrolling through short videos.

Even though I had forcibly kept her here, Vivienne seemed restless, sighing and shaking her leg from time to time.

I knew her well, and I could tell at a glance that this was a sign of her impatience.

My expression cooled as I looked at a new friend request that had appeared on my phone, and a sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.

Draven had sent me a friend request, along with many intimate photos of himself and Vivienne.

Perhaps because I hadn't let Vivienne go to him, he felt threatened, and his words were loaded with barbs.

"Haven't you ever wondered why she came back today wearing a high-necked shirt?"

"Dane, you and I have never been on the same level in her heart, from beginning to end."

"So what's the point of forcibly keeping a woman by your side who doesn't even care about you?"

I rolled my eyes. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't leave the hospital until tomorrow, who would want to be a part of their love play again?

The bone marrow transplant was also destined to end in disappointment for Vivienne this time.

I wouldn't be played for a fool again. Before leaving, I wanted to give them one last parting gift.

Half an hour later, Vivienne dozed off as sleep overcame her.

I carefully took her phone and unlocked it, finding a contact labeled Doctor Kerpan.

Sure enough, they were making a deal with a doctor at a shady private hospital.

And the time was set for tomorrow night.

I sent a message directly to cancel the surgery.

The doctor replied instantly, "Backing out now means the $50,000 deposit is non-refundable... Are you sure?"

"Your father's condition is already critical. If we don't do the surgery tomorrow, he'll just be waiting to die."

I continued to confirm cancellation, and the doctor called off the procedure.

Before Vivienne could discover it, I deleted this chat history and placed the phone back by her side. Still later in the evening, Vivienne brought me another glass of warm milk.