Chapter 12 Losing You Was His Tragedy
I held onto Yrian’s arm, my throat suddenly hoarse. My voice was almost inaudible as I pleaded, “Let’s leave,
Yrian.”
When I woke up again, I found myself at the hospital.
Yrian said I’d slept a full day–long enough for Robert to visit.
Mabel couldn’t help but complain, “The Stone family sent enough supplements to stock a pharmacy. Pity the bastard himself couldn’t be bothered to show.” She caught herself. “Sorry, I shouldn’t-”
“It’s okay.”
I licked my dry lips, saying, “I need water.”
“Here, let me feed you.”
As she helped me drink, Mabel suggested, “Come stay with me after discharge. Yrian says you need weeks to
recover.”
Mabel was a freelancer. She studied painting and often took orders online, so she had time to take care of me.
But I didn’t want to trouble her. “It’s okay, I’ve made up my mind. I’m going home.”
There’s no way I could keep my divorce a secret forever.
Also, I really missed my mom and dad. I wanted to go back to them.
“Alright.”
Mabel nodded and said, “I have something to do in the afternoon, so I can’t send you home.”
“It’s okay, I’ll accompany you.” Yrian entered with my discharge papers. His expression was stern. “You may leave, but no overexertion, okay?”
His gentle, almost childish tone made me smile despite everything.
I smiled lightly, pursing my lips. “I understand. You two can compete in a nagging competition.”
For some reason, after divorcing Maverick, I felt much lighter.
It felt like I could breathe again. I could start over again.
Maybe I was wrong all along, Maverick was never meant to be a part of my life.
My life begins now.
After packing up, it was already past three in the afternoon. Yrian guided me through the hospital corridors.
“Won’t this delay your work?” I asked guiltily.
After troubling him for the past few days, I didn’t want to bother him anymore.
“Silly, I took time off. No big deal. I can accompany you.“
Chapter 12 Losing You Was His Tragedy
Yrian ruffled my hair like when we were kids, his smile warm.
In my memory, Yrian had always been this kind.
When I was upset as a child, he always liked to pat my head, calling me silly, and telling me that everything
would be fine.
“You’re too good. Some girl is lucky to have you, right?”
I was curious. For someone as kind as Yrian, I wondered if he already had a girlfriend.
“No, but I have my eyes on someone.”
“Oh? Who is it? Do I know that person?”
“You’ll know when the time is right. It’s not the right time yet.”
I studied his serious expression and teased him, “So, it’s a mystery, huh? Whoever can be your girlfriend, must be very happy.”
“I hope that she will be happy with me too.”
As Yrian carefully walked me through the corridors, we fell silent.
“Did you see? Maverick’s holed up in VIP with his mistress!”
Two nurses passed by while chatting and laughing.
“I saw it. I thought he was married! That woman isn’t his wife, right? Guess rich men always keep spares-”
“The world of the rich is really a mess!”
“Hey, stop blurting out loud, someone will hear you.”
The two nurses cowered and ran off.
Their gossip knifed through me.
Logically, it shouldn’t hurt anymore. So why did my chest constrict?
Yrian squeezed my hand. “Stephie, one day, he’ll realize losing you was his tragedy–not yours.”
I forced a smile. “You’re right. His life doesn’t concern me anymore.”
