Chapter 4

Audrey looked at Duncan without saying a word, while his anger reached a boiling point.

"Apologize! Audrey, are you incapable of understanding English?!" Duncan roared.

"Fine, I'll apologize," Audrey suddenly realized he wouldn’t let this go easily today.

Heather sauntered over, clinging to Duncan's arm, her low-cut Versace dress revealing more than it concealed. "Duncan, my hand hurts so much."

"Apologize; this is my last warning," Duncan ignored Heather, his gaze fixed on Audrey.

"I'm sorry."

"Louder!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Who are you apologizing to?"

Audrey's voice was already quite loud, but Duncan was still unsatisfied.

With a thud, Audrey fell to her knees on the marble floor. "Miss Leverton, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thrown hot water at you. It's all my fault, it's my fault!"

She then repeatedly knocked her forehead on the ground. It split open, blood streaming down her already gaunt face, creating a pitiful sight.

"Are you satisfied now?" She looked up at him, her eyes full of misery, stubbornness, and resentment.

She had chosen to stay by his side in the final moments of her life, never imagining it would be this difficult.

One wanted to drive her away; the other was determined to humiliate her.

Should she really not have stayed?

Duncan, looking at Audrey now, suddenly felt a pull in his heart. He averted his gaze and pulled Heather upstairs.

Audrey watched as Duncan, unwilling to say another word to her, tears streaming down her face.

Duncan was pulling Heather upstairs, but for what?

It didn't take much imagination to understand.

She forcefully wiped away her tears and stood up, looking at the all-too-familiar penthouse. She felt as if an invisible net was closing in, making it hard to breathe.

Duncan had ultimately fallen in love with another woman; there was no place for her in his heart anymore.

A woman's low moan came from upstairs.

The sound was suggestive, and Audrey pressed her hands hard against her chest, feeling her heart burning with sharp pain.

Finally, Audrey fled in panic.

Walking alone on the street, looking at the pitch-black sky, she felt like a homeless child.

A gentle breeze passed by, and she felt incredibly cold, as if her blood were freezing.

She crouched on the sidewalk and began to sob loudly.

All she wanted was to spend her remaining life with the man she loved. Was even this small wish impossible to fulfill?

She was human too; she would bleed and feel sad, and soon die.

Why had fate not only given her this illness but also taken away her love?

Was she truly undeserving of happiness?

Was she really not worthy?

As she cried, she felt a hand reach out to her: "No matter how upset you are, he can't see it, can't feel it. Why bother..."

The voice was familiar; how could she not recognize it after living together for a year?

"Josh." Audrey looked up to see a strikingly handsome man with an air of French nobility standing before her.

"I was worried about you, and your behavior today certainly doesn't ease my concerns." Josh's slender fingers brushed over the wound on her forehead.

Audrey smiled bitterly. "For someone like me, what difference does it make if I die sooner or later?"

Josh understood all too well what she meant.

He helped Audrey to her feet. "Come, let me take you to get cleaned up." Audrey allowed Josh to lead her away like a puppet.

At the hotel, they talked for a long time, but Audrey still refused to leave the country.

In the morning, Josh wanted to take Audrey for a walk in the park to clear her mind.

She refused, but as Josh pulled her toward the door, she accidentally fell into his arms. He instinctively embraced her and opened the door.