Midnight at the hospital, Myra awoke from emergency treatment and her first words were an apology.
"Darrick? Why are you here?"
"I'm sorry. Did I drag you into this?"
"It's all my fault... Why did you save me? Just let me die. I can't face you anymore!"
As she tried to pull back the covers and get out of bed, Darrick pressed her back down.
"Don't move around. You've only just pulled through."
"When did I ever blame you? If something had happened to you after drinking that drugs, how could I possibly go on living alone?"
Myra wept, her voice choked with sobs, "Does Miss Graham know you came here? She doesn't blame you, does she?"
"You two are married now. Naturally, you'll live with her from now on. As for me, this burden... just forget about me."
Tears fell freely onto Darrick's hand, making his heart instantly melted.
"No need to mention that bitch’s name in front of me anymore. If she hadn't blackmailed me with money, why would I have agreed to marry her?"
"Once you're discharged, you can stay at my villa in the southern part of the city. When I go home, Marylin won't let me off easy, but she's carrying my child. I doubt she'll dare to make things difficult.”