As long as the thugs hadn't found and destroyed it, if Sofia called, she would know I was already dead.
But after a few seconds, she canceled the call, smirking coldly. "Playing hard to get? Let's see how long you last before begging for my forgiveness."
"But even if you kneel before Calvin, I won't forgive you."
I let out a hollow laugh.
She didn't know I was already dead.
Even if I wanted to apologize, it wasn't possible anymore.
And yet, why she felt entitled to cheat on me, use my heart to save her lover, and still expect me to grovel?
It was my fault—I had tolerated too much, letting her trample over me without any respect.
I screamed at her in rage, but she couldn't hear me.
At that moment, Sofia arrived at the hospital and walked into a room where I saw Calvin lying pale and exhausted.
When he saw her, his face lit up, but when he reached out to her, he collapsed, coughing violently.
Seeing this, Sofia immediately ran up, held his hand, and regardless of the stains on Calvin's hospital gown from coughing, she struggled to carry him back to bed.
Seeing this, I felt a sharp pang in my heart. Despite knowing their betrayal, it still hurt to witness.