Chapter 4

After the money was thrown in my face, mockery and disdain came at me once again.

Still unable to escape it.

When the venue was empty, Myra finally brought over the first aid kit to treat my wounds.

Very gently, afraid of hurting me.

It reminded me of when she used to treat my injuries as a sparring partner.

But the words that reached my ears suddenly plunged me into an icy abyss.

"These medicines are all personally prepared by me for Soren. They're very effective. Consider yourself lucky to use them."

"Don't come looking for me here anymore. It's embarrassing if people find out. My career is on the rise, don't ruin it for me."

I grasped her wrist and spoke softly:

"If you despise me so much, why not break up? Soren must be more important, right?"

Myra was taken aback, her response sounding somewhat flustered:

"What nonsense are you spouting? Soren and I are just business partners. You've been in prison too long, you'll say anything now."

"He's not like you. He's not as filthy as you. Don't let me hear you say another bad word about him!"

Myra crossed her arms, looking like she was waiting for me to comfort her.

I had no energy left for this. I asked her about my sister's whereabouts:

"Where's Celeste? Where did you settle her? I need to go bring her back." I handed over her autistic sister to her before going to prison, and she promised to take good care of her sister, ensuring nothing bad would happen to her.

But her expression suddenly froze, and her tone became unnatural:

"As for Celeste, I sent her abroad. She said she wanted to learn painting, and as her sister-in-law, of course I had to help her fulfill this wish. Now she's almost recovered from her condition, so you don't need to worry too much."

Hearing this, I felt somewhat skeptical.

Remembering how my sister used to be immersed in painting, I let my guard down. Hearing that her condition had improved, I smiled for the first time since getting out of prison.

Myra was captivated by my smile and couldn't help but give me a kiss.

"You were always most charming like this before, and you still are now. It's wonderful that you're still by my side."

"After I participate in the world boxing championship and win the title, shall we get married?"

She was very serious, as if she had been planning this for a long time.

My trust in her was no longer what it used to be, so I could only nod perfunctorily.

With nothing better to do, I became a delivery driver.

Spending entire days exposed to the elements and enduring countless insults, it was nothing compared to life in prison.

When I delivered an order late to a private room, I habitually bowed and apologized.

"Damien? Used to be slaughtering pigs, now delivering food after getting out of prison?" I looked up and saw it was the high school reunion gathering. Myra was sitting inside with a gloomy face.

Not wanting to cause any trouble, I politely handed them their meal and prepared to leave.

But I was stopped.