Chapter 3

I pointed at Emily, whose face already turned pale, my voice hoarse. "Cassie, are you blind? I bought this island for Emily to recover on! Yet you gave it to this pretty boy for his livestream?"

Cassie glanced at Emily on the ground, disgust flickering in her eyes. "Arthur, can you stop being so selfish? Brandon's career is taking off right now, and he needs a venue for his debut stream. The island's just sitting empty anyway. What's wrong with lending it to him for a couple of days? Besides, a sickly girl can recover anywhere, can't she? Does she really need to hog such a great resource? She's being so dramatic!"

Every inch of this island was designed around Emily's health needs. Now it was turned into a mess, filled with cheap perfume and trash everywhere.

"I bought this island, and it's in my name. Did you ask me even once before doing all this?!"

Cassie responded self-righteously, "So what if it's in your name? What's yours is mine, isn't it? Arthur, if the Wynter family hadn't been protecting you these past two years, where would you be today? What's wrong with asking you to contribute to a small island? Hurry up and apologize to Brandon, then take the dying Emily and get lost!"

With Cassie backing him up, Brandon endured the pain and climbed to his feet. "Wait. I want you to get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness. Also, you need to pay me ten million dollars for emotional damages!"

The livestream chat exploded with comments.

[Wow, a domineering female CEO is protecting her man! It's so sweet!]

[This guy's such a loser, mooching off her and then getting violent.]

[That dying girl's really committed to the act. Why hasn't she croaked yet?]

I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man.

Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake.

I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her.

"Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"

Cassie waved her hand impatiently. "Arthur, don't try to threaten me. Without the Wynter family, you're nothing. Security! Throw them out! And if this girl dies here, toss her body in the ocean. Don't let her dirty this island."

The bodyguards who just climbed back onto shore surrounded us again, this time gripping metal batons.

Emily's breathing weakened to the point where it was almost inaudible.

She grabbed my pant leg, struggling to squeeze out a few words. "Arthur, go! Don't worry about me."

I crouched down and pulled Emily into my arms. She was the person closest to me, the one I cherished most, and now these animals were treating her like garbage.

Brandon was still shouting from the side, "Wow, the sick girl's still not dead? Tough little thing, huh?"

He suddenly grabbed a bottle of red wine from the table and splashed it all over us, grinning as he said, "Let me cool you off, wake you up a little!"

Cassie stood to the side, watching coldly. She calmly pulled out a tissue and helped Brandon wipe the wine stains off his hands.

"Brandon, don't stoop to their level. I'd feel terrible if you wore yourself out."