Chapter 6

Susan dropped her words and left with her entourage in grand group. She could feel the scorching gaze burning into her back, but she no longer cared.

Just three days left, and she'd be gone from this world for good.

She had devoted herself to Andrew for six long years, working tirelessly for his sake. He only needed to endure three days, he owed her that much.

Susan partied at the club until midnight. When she returned to her suite, she found herself receiving multiple missed call from Andrew.

She slid to answer. "Mr. Andrew? Isn't your company usually so busy? I'm shocked you had time to call me over 30 times today. What's wrong, Feynman Corp going bankrupt?"

"Susan!" Andrew's voice was ice-cold on the other end. "Get back here now and take the trash you left in the bedroom with you!"

Susan paused for a moment, then casually replied, "If it's trash, then just throw it out."

There was a moment of silence. Andrew clearly hadn't expected that answer. His voice sounded genuinely surprised. "You used to treasure the gifts I gave you so much you locked them in the safe. Now you're saying you can just throw them out?"

Susan gripped her phone tightly. See? Andrew did know how much she had once loved him, yet he'd trampled all over that love without hesitation to lift Rebecca up in her place. Even with the system having blocked her physical pain, her heart still ached sharply for a moment.

She clutched her heart and gave a bitter laugh. "As long as you no longer have a heart, there's nothing in this world you can't let go of."

With that, she hung up.

Yet for some reason, Andrew seemed possessed, he kept calling back again and again.

But Susan no longer had the strength to answer. During the endless ringing, she lost consciousness.

When Susan woke again, the system voice rang out:

[Time remaining until host disconnects from the world: 12:00:00]

So, she'd been out for several days. She was about to finally leave this cold, loveless world.

Perhaps it was a last burst of energy before the end. Susan suddenly felt a surge of strength.

[System, after I leave this world, will my body here disappear as well?]

[Yes.]

With that, Susan gathered all her identification and went to the city hall.

"Hello, I'd like to certify a will."

The clerk gave her a strange look. Susan smiled softly and explained, "I have a terminal illness. I'll be gone very soon. My family has already disconnected with me, and I'm afraid no one will take care of things after I die. So I want to take care of my will now, while I still can."

The clerk reviewed her documentations and processed her request without further question.

An hour later, Susan walked out feeling lighter than she had in years.

But when she turned on her phone again, she found that she was once again trending on social media.

#Susan certify her will herself at cityhall

#Susan terminal illness

Her X comment section had once again become a war zone:

"A will? I don't believe you'd actually die. You're just trying to stir up drama before your sister's wedding. You're that shameless?"

"Acting insane from morning till night, now faking a will? Just seeing your name makes me gag. You're worse than sewage!"

"Someone as vile and disgusting as you, no wonder even your own parents rushed to cut you off. Your death would be a blessing for the world!"

One comment was harsher than the next, each one more vicious than the last.

Susan sighed quietly. Her will didn't hurt anyone, and yet people were so domineering about it. The hateful messages kept popping up nonstop. Just as she was about to shut off her phone and cut herself off from it all, one name suddenly flashed in the notification bar.

Andrew.

"Susan, why did you leave a will now? Are you insane?"