Chapter 4

Hanging up, I was left clutching my chest as I panted heavily.

However, I didn't waste a second and arrived at the bedroom in just ten minutes.

There were wedding photos of me and Aron hung around the room, but now, every half of the photo of me was ripped off and dumped in the bin.

I stayed silent however, watching as Penny sat on the bed, her legs dangling in the air.

There were hickeys all over her body, and the air was thick with the scent of hormones.

But I didn't care, and my eyes were fixed on Aron. "I'm here. Can you send the specialist now?"

Aron frowned. "I told you—apologize to my wife. Why would I send the specialist for you? We're not related in any way."

Not related in any way—that was all he thought of our seven-year relationship.

I pursed my lips but turned to Penny. "I'm sorry."

I had no idea what I had done to her, but I had to submit.

Aron then sighed. "Penny had to clean up the mess you made, but you'd still insult her? Shouldn't you be thanking her too and apologizing even more?"

I said nothing as I turned to Penny to apologize again, while she smirked at me loftily. "This isn't enough. Get down on your knees and slap yourself while apologizing ninety-nine times. That's a real bargain for your mother's life, don't you think?"

I turned my reddened eyes toward Aron before I knew it, only to see him grinning broadly. "What are you looking at me for? My wife calls the shots here. It's your fault for not choosing to be my wife."

I hence turned away and dropped to my knees, my slaps and apologies ringing across the room.

Aron was troubled seeing my cheek turned flush and bleeding, but Penny tugged on his sleeve, and he bellowed coldly, "Harder! Is this half-hearted effort with your mother's life?"

I paused but started slapping myself even harder then, with blood starting to stream down my cheeks.

Aron watched with a look of clear rage, gritting his teeth. "Do you regret leaving me at the altar now? If you had just endured it, you wouldn't have to do this! If you apologize to me right now and promise to never bother me and Penny again, then you can stop right now."

I said nothing and kept slapping myself until I did so ninety-nine times, my face covered in blood as I looked up again. "There. Are you satisfied?"

Aron snorted despite himself and dragged me by my wrist outside. "Fine, you win—I'll take you to the hospital now. The specialist is already there. How terrible am I to you that you'd rather hurt yourself than make peace?"

As he kept rambling on, I still couldn't say a word as my head was spinning.

"Ahh!"

That was when Penny cried out, suddenly collapsing on the floor.

Aron looked at me, but he eventually pursed his lips and returned to Penny's side. "The specialist is there. Just go to the hospital—I'll stay with Penny."

I never stopped for a second—Aron's choice no longer mattered to me.

However, when I arrived outside the operating room, I found my father, John, sitting at the bench outside, staring blankly at me.

Beside him was a body covered under a white cloth.

I froze, my head suddenly hurting even more, threatening to render me unconscious.

Later, we heard heavy footsteps down the hallway as Aron hurried to us. "So? Is your mother's surgery finished?"

I looked up and pointed at the body under the white cloth, my voice hollow. "You've killed her, Aron Quaker."