“You’re unbelievable! Everyone’s right—you’re just an ungrateful woman!”
I laughed. “If you weren’t guilty, why would you be so nervous? Afraid the truth might come out?”
“Arthur, when Loren tampered with equipment, waste leaked and crucial data was lost. We’ve spent days and nights collecting that research. You’re the institute director—shouldn’t you care more about the team than defending her?”
“I’ll take responsibility for all damages,” he snapped.
“And my injury?” I asked, voice sharp.
“What else do you want from me?” His tone turned cold. “I’ll give you anything—just stop bothering Loren.”
“Anything?” I stared at the man I’d spent seven years with and saw a stranger. “Even your dignity?”
The knife in my hand glinted. I held it out, pressing it against his chest.
“My back is covered in burns. How about you give me a patch of skin as compensation?”
“Fine!” he barked. No hesitation.
Arthur, third-generation heir of the prestigious Slater Family, renowned doctor—ready to do anything for Loren.
My hand trembled. The blade felt like ice in my palm.
Just as I pressed it forward, Loren screamed, “No!”
She flung herself in front of him.