Chapter 3

"The most important thing is that Winnie has asthma. What if she suddenly has an attack one day, doesn't have her medicine, and dies?"

As soon as the man finished speaking, I saw Liam ask seriously from across the room, "What did you say? Who has asthma?"

The room instantly fell silent.

The friend looked a little unsure after being questioned and explained, "Winnie told me before that she has asthma. The last time she went on a business trip, she even asked me to help her buy some medicine."

Liam's face turned serious.

Yvonne, who was standing beside him, spoke as if she were joking. "Liam, you've been with Winnie for eight years, and you two still live together. Don't tell me you really didn't know she has asthma?"

Her words seemed to remind Liam of something, and the doubt in his eyes slowly faded.

I couldn't help but find it funny.

I developed asthma from working myself too hard when the company was going through its hardest days. But I was afraid Liam would worry, so I never told him.

Later, I went back to taking care of the family. After several years of rest and proper treatment, my condition improved a lot.

This time, my asthma came back because I had been busy with the wedding and because of the stress Liam put me through.

Since I could no longer travel overseas to buy my medicine, I had to ask a friend to help me get it.

Liam really didn't know about my asthma. But there was medicine for it in our home first-aid kit, and I had already shown signs of several attacks at home while we were giving each other the silent treatment.

If he had been willing to pay a little more attention to me, he would have noticed.

But all he cared about was Yvonne.

Yvonne then asked the friend, "When did she ask you to buy her asthma medicine?"

"Last week."

Everyone still didn't understand why Yvonne was asking. Then she covered her mouth and laughed. "Wasn't that when Winnie and Liam were fighting the worst? Winnie is so clever. If I were her, I might have thought of the same trick. She used her friend to casually let Liam know about her asthma."

Only then did everyone understand what she meant.

The friend slapped his forehead. "Oh, so by telling everyone now, did I just ruin Winnie's plan?"

The others treated it like a joke and burst out laughing.

Liam clearly believed them.

Once his doubts were gone, he relaxed and gave a dismissive snort.

My asthma was treated like nothing more than a small joke, and everyone quickly changed the subject. After they spent some more time laughing and fooling around, Liam finally went downstairs to see them out.

After all his friends had left, he took out his phone and made a call.

The other person answered quickly.

"I told you to keep Winnie locked in the hotel. How is she doing now?" Liam asked calmly.

"She's fine. She was just angry and yelling at me, telling me to let her go back."

I almost laughed from anger because the man was lying.

I clearly remembered what happened before I died. I had an asthma attack, and while struggling to breathe, I helplessly clutched my chest and begged him to take me to the hospital.

But he flatly refused, "Mr. Fullerton told me not to believe you. Everything you say is a lie." Then he dumped me on the side of the road like a piece of trash and drove away.

Liam didn't suspect a thing. After hearing that, he was clearly completely reassured. "Give the phone to her. But don't let her come home yet. I still have some things to take care of after the wedding."

The man agreed and hung up the phone.