After that day, we parted ways and I moved out of the villa.

In recent years, I had suffered from severe depression and often had emotional breakdowns at midnight.

I was taking anti-cancer drugs, so I couldn’t take anti-depressants at the same time.

I could only go to the hospital for psychological counseling.

I took the medicine.

The psychologist talked about my condition while escorting me to the elevator.

The elevator door opened, revealing Colin and Esme.

Esme was held in his arms, in an intimate posture.

Both of them were shocked to see me.

Esme pounded on Colin’s chest and said, “Mr. Nelson, let me go. I just sprained my ankle.”

But Colin remained unmoved.

Esme looked apologetically at me and said, “I told him it was a minor issue, but Mr. Nelson insisted on bringing me to see a doctor. Madam, please don’t mind.”

It reminded me of the night when I lost my child and Colin held Esme without looking back.

Before I could speak, Colin spoke first, “No wonder you’re making a fuss about divorcing me. It turns out you’ve found someone else.”

I didn’t want to involve innocent Liam Martin.

I instinctively avoided Nelson’s gaze.

“How dare you protect him in front of me?”

“Not everyone is as filthy as you.”

Ignoring his unhappy face, I turned around and left.

In the same elevator with them, I would feel the air disgusting.

Before I could take a few steps, Colin grabbed my arm.

“Are you feeling guilty?”

He saw the medicine I dropped on the ground.

He picked it up and took a look.

“Antidepressant drugs?”