Chapter 7

I woke up from my memories.

I wasn't at home but in the hospital.

Patrick looked at me with sadness, "You had an episode, and it scared your grandma."

He quickly added, "But I reassured her that I'm here with you, so she doesn't have to worry."

I nodded in thanks.

Then Patrick said, "Carl is on his way. You were calling his name the whole time you were unconscious."

Carl was the one thing I couldn't let go of, even in death.

I hesitated, wondering if I should tell Carl the truth from back then before I die. But just then, I happened to glance out the window and saw Carl stepping out of a Maybach.

He was with a girl who was as pure and beautiful as a magnolia flower.

They hugged, waved, and parted reluctantly.

I quickly looked away.

In that moment, I wished I could go completely blind.

That way, my eyes wouldn't see, and my heart wouldn't ache.

Patrick silently pulled the curtains shut. "I'll be going now. Call me anytime if you need anything."

Carl passed by Patrick without a word.

He had a wicked smile on his face. "Janet, you still have that charm. Is he the rich guy you've latched onto, or just a sucker you plan to toss aside?"

I didn't know how to answer that question, and I didn't have the strength to either.

Having just woken up, my body hadn't fully recovered, and half of it was numb, with no feeling at all.

"Carl, my little company has made it."

"What?"

I finally managed to speak, though my voice was terribly hoarse.

Carl looked at me silently, his eyes filled with emotions I couldn't read.

"I'm rich now. I don't need to serve anyone anymore."

I understood.

Carl didn't want to do this anymore.

And why would he? His career was successful, and his love life was fulfilling.

There was no reason for him to continue with this exhausting job of feeding and caring for someone.

Besides, he probably didn't want his girlfriend to know he was still in contact with his ex.