All Chapters of You Chose Your First Love, I Chose Goodbye: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The sprawling bedroom felt less like a honeymoon suite and more like a luxury prison gilded in gold.A bizarre smell hung in the air—a mixture of thousand-dollar-a-gram agarwood incense and pungent medical disinfectant, so suffocating it gave anyone inside a throbbing headache.Katherine had dragged a mahogany desk directly to the foot of the bed, stationing herself like a guard watching over a prisoner. Every time she finished signing a document, she would glance up at him, as if missing a second would cause him to vanish into thin air.Asher leaned against the headboard, his expression listless as he stared at the sky outside. Its expanse was broken into jagged fragments by the security bars installed over the window."Honey, open up. Have some apples."Setting down her pen, Katherine carried over a plate of apple slices carved into little rabbits and sat beside the bed. She held a fork in her hand, her movements painstakingly gentle.Over the past few days, the pampered heires

The Sanders Manor, home to the most powerful family in the city.Heavy rain poured down, drumming against the dark gray roof tiles of the opulent hall. Zoe Sanders sat in her wheelchair before a priceless rosewood table.Dressed in a tailored sheath dress, the 30-year-old woman was like a perfectly ripe peach, radiating an almost intoxicating allure.Yet her limpid eyes were slightly narrowed, carrying a coldness that made people instinctively avert their gaze. In the city's business circles, she was known by an even more formidable title: the Empress."Miss, the Winthrop and Spears families are at each other's throats. Should we get involved?" the butler asked, standing respectfully to the side.Zoe pinched a paper-thin, white porcelain cup between her fingertips, watching the tea leaves float and sink in the amber liquid."Get involved? What's the hurry?" she chuckled, taking a sip of her tea.Her voice was lazy and relaxed as she continued, "Katherine Spears is a fool, ruinin

"Drop dead!"With Lucas's venomous whisper, Asher felt his wheelchair suddenly lift off the ground.A sickening sensation of weightlessness hit him, followed instantly by a violent, disorienting plunge. Then came the dull thud of a human body slamming against hard marble, mingled with the sharp crunch of metal twisting and snapping on the wheelchair frame.The noise echoed through the vast, luxurious villa, loud enough to make anyone's skin crawl. Asher tumbled down more than a dozen steps alongside the mangled wheelchair like a discarded sack of rags, finally crashing onto the icy tiles of the ground floor.A dead silence fell over the room. Then came the agonizing pain.From the impact, a twisted armrest drove into his left chest like a blunt blade. There was no blood-curdling scream; the agony was so intense that the sound caught in his throat.He could only hear a crack from deep within his chest. It was the sound of broken bone stabbing into soft tissue, an overture of destr

"Pick up... Please, pick up..." Asher begged silently. "As long as you answer, as long as you come back and save me just this once, I won't hate you for anything that's happened before. Even if you really want me to grovel, I'll accept it."Finally, the line was connected."Hello?" Katherine's voice came through, framed by the distinctive hustle and bustle of a busy hospital in the background.Asher opened his mouth, desperate to speak, but all that came from his throat was a wet, gurgling sound of blood bubbles."Help... Help..."Though he poured every ounce of his remaining soul into that cry, the sound emerged so faint it was practically nonexistent, lighter than a whisper."Asher? What is it now?" Katherine's voice carried a tired, helpless edge. "If you're calling to explain yourself, wait until I get back. I'm at the hospital with Lucas while they're stitching him up."The doctor said if the impact had been just a little farther off, it would've ruined his face. Just wait

Dr. Wilfred Conrad was hauled into the master bedroom by his collar, his feet skimming the floor as a security guard dragged him along.The moment he stepped inside, the stench hit him like a freight train. The metallic tang of blood mixed with the scent of cinnamon, mingling in the bright, blinding morning sunlight, creating a nauseating stench that made his stomach churn."Hurry up!" Katherine commanded.Asher had already been placed back onto the bed.Katherine sat at the bedside, her arms locked tightly around the lifeless figure. Her eyes stared straight at the doctor, yet her voice was eerily calm."He's throwing a tantrum at me, pretending to sleep and refusing to wake up. Give him an injection and make him stop this nonsense," she muttered.Wilfred wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and edged closer. With a glance, his heart sank into his stomach.The man on the bed was no longer merely pale; his complexion had taken on a dull, grayish-yellow, waxen hue. Half his fac