Chapter 3

The Saalfelds’ last soldati was killed on the spot.

Concerned, the four men immediately checked Alyssa for injuries. After a moment, they finally noticed that during the struggle, a small patch of skin on her arm had been pulled red.

“Alyssa is hurt!”

“Let me see!”

“It’s red already! Get the medicine, quick!”

In the end, it was a young bodyguard who noticed my gunshot wound and helped me up.

“Hang on!” the bodyguard shouted in panic as he looked at my terrifying injuries.

Meanwhile, the four men only focused on carrying Alyssa toward the car, as if she were the one who had suffered a life-threatening wound.

By the time I was carried back home, I was in so much pain that I couldn’t even speak.

The bodyguards hurried off to call a doctor, and in no time, I was left alone in the room.

My phone suddenly rang.

“Miss Luna, we still need some additional information for your private island order.”

Enduring the intense pain, I replied hoarsely, “Alright. Please handle it as soon as possible. I’m in a hurry to get to the island.”

As soon as I finished speaking, Elio’s voice sounded in the room.

“Who were you talking to?”

My expression didn’t change as I hung up the phone. “No one important. Just an ordinary friend.”

Elio frowned slightly, suspicion flashing in his eyes. Then his gaze landed on the gunshot wound on my body.

“How did you get hurt this badly?” He walked over quickly, rare panic showing in his eyes. “Why didn’t you call me?”

I lowered my head and let out a quiet laugh.

I had screamed so loudly back then, but he hadn’t turned around even once.

What was the point of asking now?

Since I was leaving forever anyway, I shook my head and didn’t argue. “It’s fine. The soldato already called a doctor. Go be with Alyssa. She needs you more.”

Unexpectedly, Elio stubbornly sat down by my bed. “She has people taking care of her. I’ll stay here with you.”

He reached out and gently brushed aside the loose hair on my forehead, just like he had countless times over the past five years during our ordinary moments together.

However, this time, my heart no longer reacted like it once did.

He had already registered his marriage to Alyssa.

Who would fall for someone else’s husband?

He asked softly, “Does it hurt?”

I only shook my head lightly. I didn’t even have the energy left to talk to him.

Elio stayed in my room until the doctor finished treating my wounds.

That night, when Elio finally left, my phone lit up.

“B*tch! You still have the strength to seduce men after getting shot? I’ll make you see who they care about more!”

There was no need to look at the profile picture. I knew exactly who sent it.

I turned off my phone and ignored my sister’s hysteria.

But early the next morning, my bedroom door was kicked open.

Elio dragged me out of bed. “Where did you send Alyssa?”

Sam rushed over as well, demanding, “Why did Alyssa only leave a note saying, ‘Since my sister can’t tolerate me, I’ll leave’? What did you say to her?”

“I didn’t say anything,” I replied hoarsely.

Jonah exploded with rage and slammed his fist down, cracking the bed frame. “Still lying?! She’s terminally ill, and you keep hurting her again and again! I’m telling you. If anything happens to her this time, I won’t let you off!”

“I’m not lying. This has nothing to do with me.”

No one believed my explanation. In the standoff, Elio’s underboss suddenly rushed in.

“We found Miss Alyssa! She’s on the bridge. She’s going to jump into the sea!”

In an instant, the four men’s faces turned dark.

Marcus grabbed me by the collar and raised his hand, trembling as if about to slap me. “Luna, you’re so vicious it disgusts me! Alyssa is terminally ill. How many days does she have left? You’re really this impatient to torture her to death?”

I struggled to pull out a bitter smile.

How ridiculous.

Leaving aside whether this so-called terminal illness was even real, over the past few days, the Rosses and the Costellos had joined forces to hire the world’s top medical team and develop the most expensive treatments for Alyssa.

Even if it were truly terminal, it should have been cured by now.

This was nothing more than an excuse to forgive Alyssa for running away from the wedding all those years ago with a clear conscience.

Seeing my silence, their anger only intensified.

Elio issued a direct order. “Bring her along, too! No matter what it takes, she must convince Alyssa to come back today.”

I was roughly thrown into the car before the vehicle sped all the way toward the bridge.