Ninety-nine emergency calls, and he never answered!
By the third year, my car was smashed by an oncoming truck that nearly killed me.
The hospital blew up his goddamn phone, and still, he did not answer!
In the end, I mustered whatever strength I had left and signed the consent form myself.
Finally, it hit me—he was the very reason all of that happened to me.
He and that doctor he was cheating with had been playing with me all this time! As if that wasn’t enough, they had even laid a hand on my family!
Screw them! They wouldn’t get away with it!
When my call went to voicemail once more, something in me snapped cold.
[Ten days from now, at the shareholders’ meeting, I’m going to sell all my shares to Jericho’s rival. I’ll make sure that piece of shit loses every damn thing in his name!]
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Venice’s POV
After I sent the message, I collapsed to the floor in utter exhaustion.
Verona had already finished her business and left. Even though I was terrified for my mom, I had no way of knowing how she was now.
I expected to be stuck there for a long time, but half an hour later, Jericho appeared, dust on his shoulders and an impossible calm on his face.