Vera stopped tapping her fingers on the table.

She didn't seem to expect me to actually take the glass.

I closed my eyes and forced the liquid down my throat. The mixture of alcohol and hot mustard felt like a ball of lava, searing its way down my esophagus before exploding in my stomach.

"Nice! Mr. Morass is certainly a good sport!" Diane led the applause.

Vera suddenly stood up. She stared at me, her face darkening with a terrifying intensity.

"Mylo, you’re disgusting." She threw the words at me coldly and turned to leave.

I couldn't care less about her insults. I shoved through the crowd and stumbled toward the restroom.

Once inside a stall, I could no longer suppress the metallic, bloody taste surging up. I heaved, vomiting violently into the toilet. The pain in my stomach was so intense my whole body spasmed, leaving me curled on the floor, gasping for air.

I fumbled through my bag, found a painkiller, and swallowed it.

I can't die. Not yet. I haven't bought a plot for my father's grave, and I haven't cleared those debts.

Just then, I heard footsteps outside.

"Vera, weren't you being a little too hard on him? Mylo looked like he was in really bad shape."

It was Cole White’s voice.

Cole was Vera’s current fiancé and had been my intern three years ago. Back then, he had begged me to mentor him. I taught him how to build strategies step by step, only for him to steal important data under Vera’s orders.

"He brought it on himself." Vera’s voice was still cold, though it held a trace of irritability. "People like him never learn their place until they’re taught a lesson."

I hid in the stall, listening to them, feeling nothing but irony.

I stayed in the restroom for a long time, waiting for the dizziness to fade. When I finally pushed the door open, Cole was standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair.

He saw me in the reflection and looked startled before flashing a fake, sympathetic smile.

"Mylo, are you okay? I saw how much you drank earlier. I was genuinely worried."

I ignored him and walked straight to the sink to rinse my mouth.

Cole saw I wasn't talking and his eyes flickered. Suddenly, he let out a gasp.

"Ahh! My suit!"

He intentionally leaned over, dragging the hem of his jacket against the running faucet I hadn't turned off yet. The expensive, custom suit was instantly soaked, looking a mess under the lights.

"Mylo, how could you? I know you’re upset, but Vera had this suit custom-made for me. I have to see an important client tonight."

Cole’s eyes turned red as he lowered his head, looking like the victim.

Vera walked in at that exact moment. She looked at Cole’s soaked clothes, then at me, and her expression turned black as coal.

"Mylo, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. He—" My explanation died under Vera’s freezing stare.

"Mylo, has your mind really become this twisted?" Vera’s voice was menacing. "Apologize to Cole."

"I’m not apologizing." I straightened my back, even though my stomach was still throbbing with pain.

"Vera, you’ve been in the industry long enough. You seriously can't see through a setup this pathetic?"

"I only believe what I see." Vera let out a cold laugh. She suddenly reached down and snatched my bag, which had fallen in the scramble.

Everything spilled across the floor. The debt repayment plan, a few crumpled bills, and the box of painkillers I hadn't had time to hide.

Vera stared at the painkillers, then at the debt repayment plan from my bag.

"Apologize. Get on your knees and wipe the water off Cole's shoes, and I’ll let tonight go." A flash of something complex crossed Vera’s eyes.

"Otherwise, I’ll tell Diane to take back her promise immediately."

A crowd of onlookers had already gathered at the restroom door to watch the drama.

Cole leaned into Vera, his voice performatively kind. "Vera, let it go. Mylo probably didn't mean it. He’s clearly going through a lot right now...."

"Struggling isn't an excuse to hurt people." Vera cut him off, her eyes locked on mine. "Mylo. Get down and wipe his shoes clean."

My mind went blank for a second.

Get on my knees?

Back when we were at the same company, I never once bowed my head, even when clients were screaming in my face.

Vera and I fought for seven years. Even at my lowest, when she locked me in that supply closet, I just used a fire extinguisher to smash the door open and charge out.

But now, Diane was still holding my father's ashes as collateral, and I was still twenty thousand dollars short for my surgery.

I looked into Vera’s eyes, which were full of nothing but hatred, and realized that dignity can be a very cheap thing sometimes.

My knees gave way. To the sound of gasps from the crowd, I actually knelt.

Vera’s body visibly stiffened.

I kept my head down, mechanically pulling a tissue from my bag. I carefully wiped the water spots off Cole's shoes. Tears hit the floor in heavy droplets.

Vera, you won.

Vera didn't look satisfied that I was on my knees. Instead, her face went pale, looking almost panicked and ashamed. She suddenly grabbed my arm, her grip so tight I thought she might crush the bone.

"Mylo, are you really this desperate for money? You’d throw away your self-respect for a debt?"

She growled the words into my ear, her voice shaking with rage.

I looked at her, feeling numb. "Isn't this what you wanted, Ms. Quinn? You wanted to see me beg. I'm begging. Are you happy now?"

Vera stared at me. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the surgery notice on the floor.

Panic flared in my chest. I tried to grab it, but she was faster.

Her expression shifted to alarm as she gripped the paper. "Stomach cancer surgery? You're sick?"

Before I could answer, Cole suddenly clamped a hand on my shoulder.

"Is it a fake?" Cole asked with fake concern. "I mean, when Mylo and Vera worked together, he used to pull extreme stunts like this all the time.

"Mylo, I know you want to win, but you shouldn't joke about your health.

"Look at this. A surgery notice, painkillers—it’s all so perfectly prepared. Just like that time you told me to frame Vera.

"Ahh... did I say too much? Sorry, sorry. My bad. I promised I’d keep that a secret."

Cole gave an innocent shrug, looking performatively apologetic. He paused on purpose, making everyone in the room look at me with suspicion.

My head throbbed. Rage surged through me as I shoved Cole’s hand away. "Shut up!"

The next second, Vera grabbed my hand.

She let out a frustrated laugh. "So, Mylo. You’ll do anything with zero boundaries for a bit of profit, right?

"I really underestimated you. I thought these three years had actually humbled you."

"I didn't do it."

Maybe it was the stress, but the pain in my stomach was getting worse. My vision started to blur.

Vera let out a cold laugh and bent down to snatch the pills from my hand.

"You’re still denying it? You even had the painkillers ready. Mylo, you haven't changed a bit when it comes to acting for sympathy."

She weighed the box in her hand. "Do you really think acting fragile is going to make me let you go?"

"Give them back," I said, reaching for them.

Vera jerked her hand back, easily avoiding me. She grabbed a glass of red wine from a passing waiter’s tray and right in front of everyone, popped the pills out of the box and dropped each pill into the wine.

The pills dissolved quickly, creating tiny white bubbles in the alcohol.

Vera held the spiked wine out to me. "Since you have stomach cancer, if you drink this, I’ll clear your debt with Diane myself."

A collective gasp went up from the crowd. Everyone knew how badly mixing red wine and pills would wreck a stomach, especially with high-strength painkillers like these.

I looked at Vera, but all I felt inside was a dead silence.

If I drank this, I could get my father’s ashes back. I could walk into that operating room without a single tie left to this world.

Even if I died on the operating table, I’d be free. I wouldn't owe anyone anything.

Seeing my silence, Vera seemed to relax slightly. She scoffed, "Of course, if you’re not willing..."

"Do you mean it?" I interrupted, my voice raspy.

Vera’s pupils contracted. She grit her teeth. "I never go back on my word."

I reached out and took the glass with both hands.

Then I closed my eyes and downed it in one go.

The moment the liquid hit my throat, it felt like a bucket of acid had been poured into my stomach. The glass slipped from my hand and shattered. I clutched my stomach, my body shaking uncontrollably.

Vera froze. She reached out as if to catch me, but her hand stalled in mid-air.

"Mylo..." She called my name, her voice trembling in a way she didn't even seem to notice.

I pushed her away, my lips curling into a grim smile.

"Vera. The debt is clear. We’re... even."

I turned around and used every last bit of my strength to walk toward the exit.

Behind me, I could hear Cole calling Vera’s name and the sound of Vera kicking a table in a fit of rage. But the sounds were fading.

The night breeze hit my face, taking some of the heat with it. I collapsed onto a roadside bench and looked up at the brilliant stars, suddenly feeling so tired.

Vera, honestly, I never really hated you during those seven years.

In this cutthroat industry, you were the only one who made me feel like I was still alive—like I was still fighting.

But now, the fight is over.

I let out a self-deprecating laugh and coughed up a large amount of blood.

I don't know how much time passed before I heard the screech of tires. A pair of hands gripped my shoulders so hard their knuckles turned white, dragging me up from the bench.

"Mylo! What's wrong with you? Open your eyes!"

Vera’s voice was pure panic, but I didn't have the strength to look at her anymore.