Over the years, one of them had to maintain the image of a refined female CEO, while the other had to maintain the airs of a chairman.
This kind of lowering one's pride to curry favor was naturally something I would handle.
Six days left, I silently counted in my heart.
Then I took the wine glass Saoirse almost thrust into my mouth and turned to Oliver.
His face couldn't hide the smugness.
I raised my glass and spoke word by word. "I wish you the best of luck."
That night, a sharp pain in my stomach dragged me out of a nightmare.
The cold sweat soaked through my pajamas as I curled up in bed, every breath laced with pain.
I fumbled around the bedside table, searching for painkillers, but found nothing.
Only then did I remember that Helena Martinez had taken away all the medicines we usually kept at home, saying Oliver couldn't stand the smell of medicine.
The huge villa was completely empty.
They were probably all staying in Oliver's room, offering their concern and care.
I struggled to get up and went to the hospital by myself.