"As long as Abigail is given the drug, even if she tries to sue later, I can claim she's mentally unstable. No one questions a lawyer's word."
My consciousness kept sinking through days of haze, memories trapped in an endless dream, fragmented and scattered.
Despair crashed over me like a tidal wave. My heart seized violently, the pain spreading through every limb.
Back then, he'd severed ties with his own family just to marry me.
All that love, all that tenderness—he'd erased it with his own hands. Gone without a trace.
So the happy marriage I thought I had was nothing but an empty dream.
This cruelty disguised as love? I didn't want it anymore.
All I wanted was justice for Grandpa.
My chest heaved violently. The splitting headache forced tears down my cheeks.
"Abigail, what's wrong?"
Charles gripped my hand tightly, his eyes full of concern.
"Don't be scared. I'll stay right here with you. Once you wake up, everything will be better."
His voice was gentle, aching with tenderness. He rubbed my legs softly, trying to ease my discomfort.
But all I felt was agony tearing through my body, a bone-deep cold.
The hospital room was deathly silent, filled only with his soft, soothing murmurs.