Chapter 4
The hospital room door was wide open.
Vincent stood there, stunned, staring at Eline.
She, on the other hand, was looking at the lunchbox in his hand.
She never thought she’d live to see Vincent trying to take care of
someone.
Too bad that someone wasn’t her.
The stomach pain twisted together with heartache, pulling at her nerves.
The nurse, realizing Eline actually knew the man they’d just gossiped about, froze awkwardly.
Vincent frowned, stepped forward, and asked the nurse, “What happened
to her?”
The nurse blinked, then quickly answered, “Acute gastritis. She was barely conscious when she came in. It was serious, but we managed to save her in time.”
Something lodged in Vincent’s throat.
His mind flashed back to that day.
He turned to Eline, but she was still calm.
He frowned deeper, confused. “Why didn’t you tell me you can’t eat spicy
food?”
His voice landed softly in her ear.
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The truth was, she’d never been good with spicy food.
But Vincent liked it.
So she faked it. Pretended she liked it too. Pretended it didn’t bother her.
Pretended to share his taste.
Honestly, it wouldn’t have been hard to notice.
He just never cared enough.
Eline lowered her head and let out a bitter laugh. “I did. You just didn’t believe me.”
The lump in his throat grew. He was about to speak, but his phone rang.
“You want water? Wait for me. Don’t get up by yourself, you hear me?”
He hung up in a hurry and didn’t say much else to Eline.
He only tossed out, “I’ll come back later to get your meal,” before turning and leaving.
The two nurses exchanged glances, then quietly slipped out.
The room fell silent.
Suddenly, the phone rang. She slowly answered.
“The lawyer handled everything. I’ve told you before, that you and Vincent were never meant to be.”
For the first time, Eline lowered her eyes and didn’t argue.
Late at night, Vincent never returned.
Instead, Chelsea showed up, wheeling herself into the room.
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As soon as she entered, she dropped to her knees in front of Eline.
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Eline frowned, staring down at her, but before she could speak, Chelsea
burst into tears.
“Ms. Cazemier, I… I didn’t know you couldn’t eat spicy food. It’s all my fault. I made you sick. And I’m useless–I sprained my ankle, kept Mr. Dallman by my side, and made him feel guilty and unable to take care of
you.
“It’s all my fault. Please don’t blame Mr. Dallman!”
Eline didn’t even glance at her tear–streaked face.
“Chelsea, Vincent’s not here. You don’t have to put on a show for me.”
Everyone in Group A knew Eline had stomach issues and couldn’t eat spicy food.
But Chelsea pretended like she had no clue.
She kept provoking Eline, flaunting how much Vincent spoiled and adored her in front of her…
Suddenly, Chelsea laughed.
“Eline, I wanted him to hate you, to get tired of you!
“But look at you–I didn’t even have to do anything, and he’s already fed
- up. He never loved you. What do you have to compete with me?”
As soon as she finished, Chelsea slapped herself hard.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her cries instantly filled the room.
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“I was wrong! I don’t want the director position anymore. Ms. Cazemier, please don’t be mad!”
The door suddenly burst open with a loud kick.
Vincent stormed in, throwing the lunchbox at Eline’s feet.
Soup splashed everywhere, spilling onto her feet.
He scooped Chelsea off the floor, his face dark as thunder, and stared coldly at Eline on the bed.
“Apologize, Eline!” he barked, his voice like ice.
Eline clutched her aching stomach, eyes full of defiance.
“She hit herself. Why should I apologize?”
Rarely did she ever talk back to Vincent like this.
His pupils flared with rage.
But the woman clinging to him only wanted to fan the flames higher.
“Mr. Dallman, it’s true–I hit myself. It has nothing to do with Ms. Cazemier!
“Please put me down. Ms. Cazemier is still angry. Let me apologize again. It’s all my fault!”
Vincent looked down at her, his eyes full of pain.
Chelsea’s face was already red and swollen from her own slaps.
Her sharp nails had even left bloody scratches.
His gaze toward Eline turned even colder.
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“Eline, I’m the one in charge of the Dallman Group. If you high and mighty, you better know your place.
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“You’re this unforgiving for a mere director title? Fine. Since you won’t apologize, hand over your 30% shares to Chelsea as compensation!”
Eline’s eyes widened sharply.
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