For the next few days, Eva quickly regained her energy thanks to Wyatt's nightly accompaniment.

She would get bored sometimes and call a few BFFs over to have afternoon tea.

"Eva, Wyatt must really care for you. The year when you were unconscious, he constantly went to Ingleland. He even said that as long as you woke up, he would get a divorce, just for you!"

Lucy coincidentally walked past, so she overheard that. It had stung.

Since Wyatt was not around, Eva could not be bothered to put on her act. She said, "Lucy, your coffee is disgusting."

Lucy went over. She was about to take the coffee away when one of Eva's friends grabbed her by the wrist. "What sort of attitude is that? Any of Eva's caretakers who make disgusting coffee will have to kneel and apologize! Don't you dare pretend!" she rebuked Lucy after receiving a nudge from Eva.

Before Lucy could react, the other person grabbed her by the hair and poured hot coffee on her.

"Stop it!" The next second, a man's voice interrupted them. Wyatt entered home just in time to see that scene. He ran over and pulled Lucy behind him. "Who said you could bully her?"

Eva's eyes instantly reddened. She clutched her tummy and yelled, "Wyatt, no! Please don't blame my friend! She was only helping me! Lucy deliberately added milk to my coffee. My stomach hurts!"

Wyatt was suddenly taken aback. Then, he looked at Lucy with an icy, inquisitive gaze.

Milk?

"Lucy, I told you that she's lactose intolerant!"

How comical. All it took was just a lie from Eva to stop him from protecting her.

"I didn't do it!" Lucy's eyes stung while coffee dripped from her hair. "She's pretending."

However, her explanation was overpowered by Eva's flawless acting and her friends' exaggerated embellishments.

Wyatt was so furious he shattered the coffee table. He went and scooped Eva up while reprimanding Lucy, saying, "Lucy, stay here and think about what you've done!"

Eva was clearly unhappy about it. She cried even more. "I'm not going to the hospital. No one has ever bullied me like this! I can't take it anymore. Wyatt, just let me die in pain."

Eva would not go to the hospital until Wyatt called his bodyguards. "Lock Lucy up in the cellar!"

The cellar was a punishment for the bodyguards who made huge mistakes in the Grant family. The room was tiny and dark, and also filled with unknown insects.

Lucy resisted while the bodyguards dragged her away. "No! I'm not going!" No matter how she yelled, Wyatt would not listen. He had already taken Eva out of the house without looking back.

Lucy cowered in the corner of the cellar for 24 hours, bearing through the itch and pain on her skin as the insects crawled all over her. It was driving her mad!

No matter how she cried or yelled, the bodyguard standing outside would not budge.

Before she lost all consciousness, she sensed a huge red patch of bumps on her body. She was in so much pain that she felt numb. Tears streaked down her face as she shut her eyes in despair.

"Lulu, wake up." A familiar voice brought her back to her senses. She opened her eyes to see the living room chandelier above her.

Wyatt sighed in relief to see her coming around. He said softly, "I know you're mad, Lulu, but what you did was wrong. No matter what, you shouldn't have hurt Eva."

Lucy could not help but snicker. "And you believe her just like that?"

Wyatt furrowed his brows, somewhat annoyed. "Enough. I've already gotten a priest to pray for your mother by the sea. Stop causing trouble anymore. Eva's situation is more important right now.

"She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth. You had truly frightened her this time. The doctors were unable to determine what was wrong with her. She couldn't sleep the entire night.

"The priest we called said that the person who did her wrong has to make her a protective bracelet made of thorns…"

Lucy was stunned. Wyatt waited for her to wake up just because of Eva?

Lucy said with a trembling hoarse voice, "Wyatt, can't you see the state I'm in?" She raised her arm, covered in red patches. It was a terrifying sight to behold.

Wyatt was silent for a moment before saying, "Eva hasn't rested for an entire day! The bracelet must be done tonight!"

"What if I say no?" Lucy's eyes reddened, yet she had no more tears to cry. "Are you going to lock me up in the cellar again, letting those insects bite me to death?"

Wyatt could not bear to see Lucy like that, so he shut his eyes helplessly. "Lulu, just bear with it for a while. Once Eva has completely recovered, once I've repaid her for saving my life, we'll be back to before," he said.

Then, he placed a few thick thorny branches next to her and said, "If you're not going to do it, the bodyguards will make you. Apparently, it's best to use human blood to make these protective bracelets."

He left, slamming the door shut behind him.

A few bodyguards approached Lucy. "Mrs. Grant, please don't waste any time. Mr. Grant said that these thorns are to be picked up with your fingers. Every bead needs to be sanded down as well."

That night, Lucy did not rest at all. Her fingers were pricked by thorns and bled by the torment of the rough sandpaper.

Finally, in the early hours of morning, Eva smiled in satisfaction. "Wyatt, the bracelet sure is useful. My head stops hurting the moment I put it on."

Wyatt replied gently, "That's great. Good girl. Go to sleep. I'll be here."

Lucy slowly curled up in the corner of the bed, touching her injured fingers, watching the blood drip onto the bed. She chuckled self-deprecatingly as tears fell.

Once, just a prick from the rose was more than enough for Wyatt to feel guilty, yet at that moment, he forced her to make a bracelet with her blood-stained fingers to please another woman.

How could they possibly go back to before? Her love for him was all gone.

The next day, Eva had slept well due to the bracelet. She was in such a good mood that she took Wyatt out on a trip.

Lucy only found out from social media that they had gone to Grecia to see the sunset. The photos were against the white walls of Sandorine, with Eva holding Wyatt's hand.

There was also a caption.

[In the tenth year of liking you, I finally got what I wanted…]

Looking at the photo, Lucy's heart felt empty, but surprisingly, it was no longer painful.

She took her wedding ring off. Then, she went to the garden and pulled out all the bellflowers by their roots, throwing them into the bin.

After doing all that, she opened her laptop and logged onto her social media, filled with insults and criticism. She set a post to be published at a specific time.

[When this letter goes out, I'm no longer around…]

She had taken a long time to write her final note. When she finally finished, she heard a car entering the yard. Then, Wyatt hurriedly rushed inside.

"Why did you destroy all the bellflowers? Lulu, I thought you liked them. I planted them for you all those years ago."

Somehow, his face was a little pale. There was also a little blood on his sleeves.

Lucy looked at him calmly as she closed her laptop. "The roots are rotten. Just plant something else in the future."

Wyatt was relieved to hear her mention the future. "Alright, I'll plant something else for you."

One evening, when Wyatt had just returned, there was a charity gala among the wealthy. Wyatt and Lucy were among the guests attending.

Before heading to the venue, they dropped by a salon. Wyatt personally got out of the car to pick Eva up. She was in a million-dollar custom-made couture gown and a bag encrusted with diamonds.

She stood there, refusing to move.

Wyatt opened the back passenger seat door and hesitantly said, "Lulu, can you…"

Before he could finish, Lucy quietly got out of the car and sat in the front passenger seat next to the driver.

The gala was held in a private estate. The lobby of the main hall was brightly lit with chandeliers.

When Eva appeared next to Wyatt with her hands around his arms, they immediately became the center of attention. A group of heiresses instantly surrounded them.

"Eva, Mr. Grant is so good to you! You're the first to wear this custom-made gown!"

"Yes! I heard that he managed to win this gown from a Parysian tycoon! He even got himself hurt by racing with the other person!"

So, Wyatt got hurt because he tried to win the gown for Eva.

Eva's eyes reddened. "Don't bring that up. It hurts me so much to think how much he had bled. I had just casually mentioned that I liked the dress, and he…"

"Haha! He clearly loves you so much that he's willing to sacrifice his life!"

Someone swept Lucy a glance and said, "Some people think that they could be noble just because they wore some stupid gown from five seasons ago. They can't even compare to you!"

Lucy looked at the gown she was wearing. Wyatt had prepared the gown for her. She clenched her fists tightly.

Halfway through the gala, a charity auction was held. Wyatt would bid on everything that Eva wanted, even those that she barely had any interest in. All so that he could boost her ego.

The only thing that Eva truly wanted was snatched by another buyer. It was an emerald ring.

She sniffled and looked at Wyatt in an aggrieved glance, tugging on his sleeves, saying, "Wyatt, I really like that ring. I want it so much I won't be able to eat anything if I don't get it tonight."

So, Wyatt went to look for the buyer after the auction. "Mr. Chapman, why don't you name your price? There's no limit."

Brandon Chapman snickered. "Mr. Grant, I'm sure you know what I want. I don't care about money. I've been having an artist's block lately. I need a model. Why don't…"

Lucy unintentionally bumped into their conversation when she was heading to the ladies' room.

"Your wife. I like her very much. If she can be my model, I'll sell the ring at the same price to you."

Wyatt's gaze darkened. "I'll think about it."

Lucy's heart sank. What the hell did he mean by that? Brandon Chapman was infamous among the wealthy circle for having a perverted fetish. He was a lover of photography, but his subjects were usually…

Lucy shuddered and left. Soon after, Wyatt caught hold of her in the corner of the venue. "Lulu, I have something to discuss with you."

He ingratiatingly handed her a glass of cocktail he had made for her. "As you can see, Eva's situation has gotten much better. She'd be able to move out soon, but…she really wants the ring tonight. The buyer said that as long as you'd be his model, he'd give me the ring. Perhaps…"

"No! Impossible!" Lucy shoved him away. "Wyatt, who the hell do you think I am?" Lucy tried to suppress the rage in her and downed the cocktail in one go.

She had just left the venue when she started to feel dizzy and fell to the ground. Something was wrong with the cocktail that she had just drunk.

As she was losing consciousness, she felt herself scooped up by Wyatt, and she heard him say, "I'm sorry, Lulu. This is the last time."