"Once you're discharged, I'll send you abroad to recuperate. It's about time I made a fresh start with her."
I couldn't help it. I laughed until tears spilled from my eyes.
A fresh start?
My body was probably already stiff and cold. How exactly did he plan to start fresh?
A flash of jealous hatred cut through Agatha's eyes.
But when she opened her mouth, her voice was as gentle and sweet as ever.
"Blake, I know that punishing Elaine so harshly all these years for my sake—the one who suffered the most was really you."
"I let go of what happened a long time ago. It's my fault Elaine went through so much. Once I'm discharged, I'll leave. Just promise me you'll make it up to her, okay?"
Blake clasped her hand, his face brimming with emotion.
"Agatha, you're truly kind. If only Elaine had half your good sense."
Outside the door, a nurse's frantic voice cut through.
"Mr. Gilbert, your wife seems to have lost consciousness. She's not responding at all. Please come quickly!"
Blake rose to his feet, irritation written across every line of his face.
"She's faking it again. Always playing the fragile little victim."
He turned back and tucked the blanket around Agatha's shoulders.