Chapter 8
My stomach pain started to get worse and worse, and I had to take a lot of painkillers every day just to fall into a daze of sleep.
One day, Leo Davis came to find me, bringing my medical records.
With red eyes, he asked, “Sylvia, do you know you’re in the late stage of stomach cancer?”
I had always thought that my long–standing stomach discomfort was due to irregular eating habits, but it turned out to be cancer.
gave a nonchalant smile. Daniel was already gone, and I didn’t want to live
anymore.
This medical record was the greatest
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kindness that fate could offer me.
grew thinner day by day, throwing up whatever I ate, but I stubbornly refused to go to the hospital.
After persistently trying to convince me for some time, Leo Davis finally stopped trying to persuade me to undergo chemotherapy.
Perhaps he knew, even chemotherapy wouldn’t help much now.
At this moment, I heard the sound of knocking at the door, each knock felt like a death knell.
I dragged my exhausted, weak body to open the door.
Standing outside was indeed Leo Davis, holding out a plastic bag.
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I looked down and saw it was filled with painkillers and anti–cancer medication.
I smiled gratefully at him, about to invite him inside.
But then I heard a cold voice, “Sylvia Green, so you’re hiding here!”
I turned my head and saw Luke Crawford standing by the car, staring at me coldly, his eyes seeming to stir up a storm.
I acted as if I didn’t see him and continued pulling Leo Davis inside.
Luke Crawford frowned and stepped forward, intending to pull my wrist away, but Leo Davis stopped him with one hand.
The two of them exchanged looks, and the
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silent tension in the air was palpable.
I was afraid they might start fighting and worried that Leo Davis would be caught in the crossfire. I could only stand in front of them and urge Leo Davis to leave first.
Leo Davis had no choice but to leave, but didn’t go far.
“What do you want?” I asked Luke Crawford expressionlessly.
“Why didn’t you reply to my calls and messages?” he demanded.
I gave him a cold glance, as if he’d asked a foolish question.
But then, Luke Crawford furrowed his brow and looked me up and down, “Sylvia, what’s wrong with you? You’ve lost so much
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weight.”
It was not strange that he noticed something was off–now, I was a dying person, and my flesh and skin must have looked horrifying.
“What does it have to do with you? Mr. Crawford, if there’s nothing else, please leave,” I said, lacking the energy and interest to catch up with him.
Perhaps it was the first time I had spoken to him in such a calm and indifferent tone, and he was stunned for a while before awkwardly reaching out to take my hand.
“Sylvia, the things in the apartment haven’t been moved. Come back and stay there.”
In these days, he suddenly realized that some people are like air. You might not feel their presence when they’re around, but
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every moment without them is unbearable.
“Go back?” I scoffed, avoiding his touch. “Mr. Crawford, didn’t you just get engaged to Bella White? Am I supposed to go back and continue being your housekeeper?”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Luke Crawford frowned but still patiently said, “The environment here is too poor. Stop making a scene, come back with me.”
It was only at that moment that he still thought I was just throwing a tantrum, that it could be solved by comforting me.
“Mr. Crawford, we don’t have anything to do with each other anymore,” I turned my face away and stopped looking at him.
The greatest sorrow is when one’s heart dies.
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The moment the jade bracelet shattered, the moment Daniel died, my love for Luke Crawford turned to dust and vanished.
Luke Crawford, repeatedly rejected by me, was finally enraged. “Sylvia Green! What fuck do you want? Should I break up with Bella White?!”
“Don’t forget, you promised me you’d always be by my side.”
That was what I had said when he lost his sight.
I laughed, my tone full of indifference. “But Daniel’s gone now, the deal’s off.”
Luke Crawford was choked by my words and was momentarily speechless.
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He looked at me darkly, his hand clenched into a fist by his side, and finally, with a sneer, spoke:
“Sylvia Green, don’t even think about cutting ties with me. Your mother destroyed my family. You’ll never repay what you owe me in your life!”
I had heard this rumor before, but I always thought it was just a baseless gossip.
To my surprise, Luke Crawford believed it.
He even thought Daniel was the illegitimate son of his father.
How could that be?!
My father was a classmate of Luke Crawford’s father. After my father passed away, Luke Crawford’s father would
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Occasionally visit us.
There was a time when our two families were very close.
Luke Crawford’s father even joked that I should marry Luke Crawford in the future.
The day the accident happened, it was raining heavily. Luke Crawford’s father kindly drove my mother and Daniel home but they encountered a fatigued truck driver.
Their car was followed by Luke Crawford’s
car.
It turned out that on that day, Luke Crawford had intended to follow his father.
No wonder, during that period, his attitude toward me changed drastically. No wonder, for the past six years, all he showed me was
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hatred and humiliation. No wonder, every time I mentioned my mother and Daniel, he would throw a tantrum.
I smiled bitterly. Without verification, without asking, he sentenced me to death.
Soon, the pain in my stomach became so unbearable that even painkillers no longer worked.
I had become so thin that it was terrifying. Beneath my clothes, I was nothing but a skeleton, yet my heart remained calm.
I almost began to look forward to the arrival of death.
Because that way, I could reunite with Daniel, with my parents.
On the other side of life, there were people
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who loved me and whom I loved.
Leo Davis relentlessly came to see me, each time bringing new types of painkillers for me. He had become increasingly silent, and his eyes were filled with sorrow.
One time, the pain became so unbearable. that I rolled around on the floor. In the end, unable to endure it any longer, I grabbed a pair of scissors and tried to cut my wrist. He hugged me tightly, a grown man crying like a child, “Sylvia, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… If I had been braver back then, you wouldn’t have had to suffer so much for all these years.”
In his arms, I finally quieted down. I said nothing, only silently shedding tears.
That was the first time I allowed myself to cry since Daniel’s death.
