Chapter 3

"Don't take him to the hospital. That's fake blood on him. Tell him that if he wants my forgiveness, he needs to start cooking right now. Otherwise, I won't come home today."

The runner wanted to explain again, but the call was cut off without mercy.

He crouched in front of me and confirmed that the blood on the floor had come from my mouth.

His brows twisted together. After a long mental struggle, he untied me.

"I don't know how you made Ms. Warren so angry, but this isn't right. I can't just watch someone die."

After saying that, he called an ambulance for me.

Before the heart I had been holding up could settle, the doctor's words shoved it back into my throat.

If I did not receive antivenom within ten minutes, I would definitely die.

But this particular antivenom was rare in the country. Getting it transferred from anywhere else was unrealistic.

After entering my identity information, the doctor suddenly brightened.

"You're Ms. Warren's husband? Then this is easy. Her private hospital must have some."

He immediately called Felicity.

"Ms. Warren, your husband was bitten by a black widow spider. His condition is critical. Your hospital should still have the batch of antivenom imported last year, right?"

Felicity flew into a rage.

"Caleb, are you sick? What black widow spider? Simon's spider is harmless. Not only did you cruelly kill his pet, now you've hired people to lie with you?"

I shook my head in agony.

The reason her private hospital had antivenom was that Simon had been bitten before.

Felicity had been heartbroken for him then, but she did not know Simon had raised venomous spiders for the purpose of hurting me.

The doctor defended me.

"Ms. Warren, we really are doctors. Your husband really is poisoned. If he doesn't get antivenom within ten minutes, he'll die."

"Then let him die. He screams about stomach pain in front of me every day and isn't he still alive? All he knows how to do is be dramatic. I know my own husband better than anyone. Stop coming out to disgust people."

Felicity hung up impatiently.

On the other end, Simon was calling weakly for her to buy him cake.

The doctor looked at me with pity and decided to take me to the hospital anyway.

"Let's take him to Ms. Warren's private hospital. The doctors there can't possibly refuse to save him, right?"

But I never expected Felicity to make the hospital refuse any patient with stomach problems just to keep Simon happy.

The ambulance stopped awkwardly outside. No matter what, they would not let us in.

Felicity, who had bought the cake, was on a call.

"Yes. Simon likes quiet. No matter who offers how much money, don't accept them."

I lay on the stretcher like a fish waiting to be gutted and suddenly met her driver's eyes.

The driver looked again uncertainly. I no longer had the strength to speak.

He chased after her and pointed at me.

"Ms. Warren, that patient who was just brought here looks like your husband."

Felicity turned back and saw a face stained with blood.

She immediately looked away in disgust.

"He isn't capable enough to make it here."

The driver carefully advised her.

"Even if it isn't him, he's pitiful. Maybe we should admit him."

Felicity glared fiercely at the driver.

"Do you want to keep your job? What man matters more than Simon's happiness? Even if it really is Caleb, he deserves it."

Her last look at me was like she was looking at a dying stranger, without the slightest attachment.

Then she turned and sent Simon a gentle voice message.

"Simon, I bought your favorite cake. I'll be there soon."

The last trace of hope in my heart was completely buried.

Even at the hospital entrance, Felicity still cut off my chance to survive.

But I wasn't willing to die.

I borrowed the doctor's phone and dialed the number I had never dared to call.