Chapter 6

As soon as Lily suggested it, the party fell silent.

Was Simone actually scrubbing toilets?

Using the fragrance she painstakingly created for a toilet was so humiliating.

Simone forced a smile. "Lily, since you like to smell Martin's scent so much, use him to scent the toilet. After all, both he and the toilets are full of shit!”

The guests' eager looks intensified.

Martin's face darkened instantly.

Lily's eyes reddened. "Martin, I was only looking out for Simone. How could she say something like that about you?"

Martin was already boiling with anger because of Simone's indifference. Now, he was even more furious. "I think Lily's suggestion is good."

He looked at the butler. "Take every perfume Simone ever made for me and use it to scent the hospital washrooms!"

Andrew rushed over as soon as Martin gave the order. "Mr. Jenning, good news! A heart that matches Mrs. Jenning has been found. It is expected to be delivered within a few days."

After Simone returned, Martin searched for a transplantable heart for her worldwide at all costs in an attempt to make it up to her.

He promised to always put her first, no matter what happened in the future.

However, he was currently enraged.

"She looks perfectly healthy to me. Why would she need a heart transplant?

“It’s perfect timing. Lily is up for promotion to associate chief physician. Donate the heart to one of her patients."

He had expected Simone to panic or perhaps feel aggrieved and soften her stance toward him.

After all, he knew full well how agonizing her heart palpitations could be, not to mention that they could even be life-threatening when they were severe.

However, Simone’s face was full of sarcasm. "Suit yourself. Even if you gave her a dozen hearts, she’d never become a true doctor. She’s nothing but a fool with blood on her hands."

She would be leaving in three days anyway. If this heart could save someone's life, then at least something good would come of it.

"H-how dare you slander me like that!" Lily wiped away tears, furious.

Martin’s chest heaved angrily. "Simone, you’ll regret this!"

Jack even lunged forward and shoved Simone. "You wicked woman! Get out of my birthday party! You aren't welcome here!"

Simone stumbled, but her gaze turned icy once she regained her footing.

She shoved Jack back, sending him sprawling to the floor. "You ill-mannered brat. If it weren't for Dorothy, I wouldn't even spare you a second glance."

Ignoring Jack, who was now crying and throwing a tantrum on the floor, she turned her attention to Martin. "I’ve come to the party. Now, give Dorothy back to me."

Martin laughed in sheer fury. "Sure. Dorothy’s ashes and memorial portrait are at the company’s cold-chain storage facility. Aren't you eager?"

He gestured to his bodyguards. "Take Mrs. Jenning there now and let her search to her heart’s content!"

Roughly dragged away by the bodyguards, Simone was tossed straight into a cold-storage unit kept below -20 degrees.

The heavy door was locked shut with a loud thud.

A bone-chilling cold instantly engulfed her.

Staring at rows of shelving that seemed to stretch on forever, she had no idea where Dorothy might be.

She began to search, row by row.

The piercing cold seeped into her very bones, leaving her trembling violently and her teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a searing, tearing pain ripped through her chest.

The extreme cold had triggered a heart attack.

Clutching her chest in agony, she curled up on the floor as her consciousness began to fade...

In a hazy state, she felt someone wiping her face with a warm towel.

Then, she heard Martin’s voice. "When will she wake up?"

Andrew replied, "The doctor just administered some medication. It should be a few more hours."

Martin hummed in acknowledgment. "Have you fired those who bullied her and assigned her to scrub the toilets?"

"Everything has been taken care of."

Andrew hesitated but could not help asking, "Mr. Jenning, if you care so much about Mrs. Jenning, why lock her in the cold storage? And why give that heart to..."

Simone felt his hand brush against her cheek.

"She’s far too stubborn. She made such a fuss a year ago over Fred, and I misunderstood her. She actually faked her own death just to scare me.

“I felt I owed her, so I let her have her way for the past year, but she’s only grown more outrageous, repeatedly testing my limits.

“A bit of hardship now will tame her. Only then will she truly appreciate being Mrs. Jenning. The surgery can wait until later."

Andrew was concerned. "But what if Mrs. Jenning is genuinely heartbroken?"

Martin stood up, his voice firm. "She won't be. If she were truly capable of leaving me, she never would have returned a year ago."

...

After Martin left, Simone slowly opened her eyes.

First, he shoved her into hell and feigned a helping hand. Now, he expected her to be overcome with gratitude.

As if!

If not for Dorothy, she would never return to this place just to avoid his repulsive face.

The system’s voice echoed in her mind once more.

[Two days remain until the mission ends.]

Simone slowly pushed herself upright and glanced around.

She spotted Dorothy's new urn and memorial portrait sitting on the cabinet.