Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "A drizzle triggers her seizure; a clap of thunder triggers her seizure—does she really only see you as her brother-in-law?"
Maximo was stunned when his hand struck me.
He looked away, his face stiff and said, "If you can't tolerate Matilda, this marriage isn't necessarily going to happen."
I looked at him, a sharp pain piercing my heart.
I desperately tilted my head back, trying to hold back my tears, but they still streamed down my face.
On the third day of Maximo's cold violence, I finally gave in and prepared a surprise for him.
But on my way to the hospital to find him, I was run over and killed by Matilda.
My memories were fragmented, I felt like I had forgotten something important.
But my body had already uncontrollably drifted to Maximo's side.
Inside the VIP ward, the room was so crowded with doctors in white coats that there was barely room to step.
"Mr. Alvarez, the test results show that Miss Philips's condition is fine, please don't worry."
Even though the experts present repeatedly assured her, Matilda remained huddled in Maximo's arms, her eyes red and trembling.
"Max, it's raining so hard, there are bad people, I'm scared."