“Where’s the patient’s husband? Why hasn’t he come yet? If he doesn’t sign soon, it’ll be too late,” a doctor urged.

“The patient’s husband refuses to come. He said to let her fend for herself,” a nurse replied.

“Fend for herself…”

When Suzy Frost, battered and barely clinging to life on the operating table, heard those words, something inside her stirred. Summoning the last of her strength, she slowly raised her hand. “Give me my phone…”

Seeing her condition, the nurse quickly handed her the phone.

Enduring excruciating pain, Suzy redialed the number that was almost etched into her brain.

Just as the call was about to disconnect automatically, it finally went through.

“I already told you that her life or death is none of my business!” the man on the other end spoke, his voice full of displeasure and impatience.

“Dylan…”

With every word Suzy spoke, a searing pain shot through her body, “After you took Anne away, the kidnappers detonated the bomb, and I was hurt, badly…”

“Heh…”

Before she could finish, the man on the other end let out a cold, dismissive chuckle. “Suzy, your acting is really improving. That weak little voice almost sounds convincing.”

“…I’m not lying to you, I really am hurt.”

“Is that so?” His tone grew even more scornful.

“Then I wish you a speedy journey to hell!”

“Dylan…”

“Beep beep beep…”

Undeterred, Suzy tried calling again.

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable.”

The doctor, no longer able to stand by in silence, spoke gently, “Miss Frost, your condition is very serious. If you have any other family members present, they’re also authorized to sign on your behalf.”

What other family did she have?

In this world, he was the only one who could sign the consent form.

No matter how much it hurt, Suzy fought back the tears that streamed down her pale cheeks and asked the doctor with a faint smile, “Can I sign for myself?”

“…Yes!”

With her last ounce of strength, Suzy signed the consent form for the surgery.

The operation lasted four hours and was finally over, but her condition worsened two hours post-surgery, and Suzy was moved to the ICU.

For 24 hours, Suzy lay in a coma, unable to open her eyes, but her mind was alert, and she could hear the nurses discussing as they changed her bandages.

“Even if the marriage is struggling, a husband can’t just ignore his seriously injured wife! You wouldn’t believe it—I called him several more times, but it just kept going to voicemail. Doesn’t he care even a little?” lamented the nurse.

“Here’s some juicy gossip for you—the CEO of Wright Corporation, Dylan Wright, who’s rumored to be disinterested in women and hasn’t married even at thirty, actually has a girlfriend, and she’s hospitalized right here in our hospital. He’s taking care of her around the clock in the VVIP ward on the top floor.”

“It’s strange how different men can be—one boyfriend is incredibly devoted, and another is worse than an animal!”

Little did she know, Dylan was so close, merely an inquiry away from knowing that Suzy hadn’t lied to him.

Yet, he refused to waste a moment on her, simply because… she wasn’t worth it!

Her eyes, tightly shut, suddenly flew open, startling the nurse who was wiping her face.

“You’re awake!”

Once awake, Suzy was immediately given a thorough check-up and, finding no serious injuries, was moved to a regular room.

That night, deep in the silence, despite still being confined to her bed, Suzy removed her oxygen mask and dragged her injured left leg, wounded in the explosion, to the top floor.

Outside the hospital room, through the glass, Suzy watched as Dylan tenderly fed Anne Wheeler fruits by her bedside.

Her fists tightened, but the anguish in her chest, like a swarm of needles pricking at her heart, didn’t ease in the slightest.

Three days ago, Suzy and Anne had been kidnapped together. Knowing how important Anne was to him, and despite their rivalry, Suzy had fiercely protected her.

For two days and nights, Suzy was tortured by the kidnappers, bearing injuries all over her body, while Anne only suffered minor superficial wounds.

Finally, Dylan came…

“I choose to save Anne. As for Suzy, do as you please…”

He was not only unconcerned about Suzy but even suspected that the kidnapping was a drama she had orchestrated herself.

He had never trusted her!

The intimate scene in the hospital room turned Suzy’s eyes, once filled with love, utterly cold. “It’s time to end this!”

The moment Suzy turned to leave, Dylan felt something stir and whirled around, just as Anne let out a pained cry.

Dylan quickly asked, “What’s wrong?”

Anne glanced at the door and then gave Dylan a weak smile. “I accidentally pulled at my wound.”

“Do you need a doctor?”

“I’m not that frail,” Anne replied teasingly. “But Mr. Dylan, you should head back. You’ve been with me day and night; Suzy must be upset again…”

She paused, “Mr. Dylan, honestly, Suzy isn’t wrong. No matter what our relationship was in the past, you are now her husband. No woman could tolerate her husband being so kind to another woman, so whatever she does is understandable. Don’t be angry with her, otherwise, Madam Grace might hear of it…”

Dylan cut her off, “It’s getting late, you should sleep.”

“Mr. Dylan…”

“Listen to me!”

“Alright then.”

As Anne closed her eyes, Dylan glanced once more towards the door.

Was it really…

He remembered the weak voice on the phone that day.

His lips tightened, and he stood up.

Just as he moved, Anne grabbed his hand. “Mr. Dylan, my wound still hurts a bit. Could you blow on it for me?”

A flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes before Dylan finally replied in a deep voice, “Alright.”

…

Suzy didn’t return to her room but left the hospital directly.

A taxi took her back to the villa where she had lived with Dylan for three years. As she walked inside from the front gate, memories of the past three years with Dylan flooded back like a tidal wave.

It had been a blend of sour, bitter, and spicy moments in their life together, but sweetness was conspicuously absent.

Dylan had always believed that Suzy married him as part of a calculated scheme.

In truth, he wasn’t entirely wrong; Suzy had indeed manipulated events to marry him, but her motives were never what he assumed—she wasn’t after his wealth or status; she was after the man himself.

She had hoped that time would prove her true intentions, but three years had only intensified his disdain for her.

She could never forget his cruel words, “Then I wish you a speedy journey to hell!”

“Dylan, you might not realize it, but I’ve actually been living in hell all along. These past three years, I tried to climb out, to be normal, to be by your side, but you clearly didn’t care. Since that’s the case, I’ll grant your wish.”

Taking what she needed and discarding what she didn’t, Suzy left behind only the signed divorce papers and the keys to the villa.

She walked away without a trace of longing, leaving nothing behind.

 

The next morning, after spending yet another night at the hospital because Anne’s pain had kept her from letting him leave, Dylan was finally on his way to the office.

As they approached an intersection, he suddenly instructed the driver, “Take me to Bayview Heights.”

He had been wearing the same clothes for two days and needed a change.

Otherwise, he wasn’t too keen on returning to that place.

Upon arriving at the villa, instead of the warm welcome he might have expected, he was met with an eerie silence and a chilling sight on the living room table—a divorce agreement!

Dylan’s gaze lingered on the signed divorce papers and the keys resting on top.

With an unreadable expression, he paused for a moment before turning and heading upstairs.

This was his first time entering Suzy’s room.

They usually lived separate lives, like oil and water, never mixing.

The room was as clean and orderly as he expected.

Over the past three years, she had personally taken care of his every need.

It was hard to deny that in some ways, she had been a competent wife…

Realizing his thoughts, Dylan’s brows furrowed, and he stepped forward to open her wardrobe. Clothes and jewelry, everything related to the Wright family were still there.

Just as she had written in the divorce papers, she had left without taking anything, leaving with nothing but the clothes on her back.

So, her cries of impending death that day, were they all just an act?

He sneered. “Suzy, I’m curious to see what game you’re playing this time.”

His phone rang.

Pulling it from his pocket and seeing the caller ID, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes—a feeling he might not have even noticed himself.

“What is it?”

On the other end, his assistant sounded particularly anxious, “Sir, Miss Wheeler has had an accident!”

His brow tightened immediately. “I’m on my way!”

At the hospital, although bodyguards were posted at the entrance and surveillance revealed no suspicious individuals, Anne had somehow been poisoned and was in critical condition.

Anne’s primary doctor speculated, “Mr. Wright, it’s highly likely that Miss Wheeler was poisoned before she even arrived at the hospital…”

Anne cut off the doctor before he could finish, “Mr. Dylan, please don’t blame Suzy. She was just trying to protect her marriage! If I had listened to her and left you as she suggested, none of this would have happened. So, this is all my own fault…”

“At a time like this, you should be worried about yourself, not that ruthless woman,” Dylan replied sharply.

His eyes hardened as he pulled out his phone to call Suzy.

“I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable…”

The fury in his eyes could have swallowed someone whole.

He coldly ordered his assistant, who was standing by, “Search the entire city for Suzy!”

Meanwhile, at Hillside Villa.

“Ah-choo…”

As soon as Suzy entered, she sneezed, causing Allen Wheeler, who followed her in, to become instantly anxious. “Boss, did you catch a cold?”

Sniffling slightly, Suzy sneezed again. “It’s nothing.”

“You’ve sneezed twice; you definitely have a cold!” Allen set down Suzy’s luggage and hurried to the kitchen. “I need to make you some ginger tea right away.”

Watching Allen’s worried and hurried back, Suzy thought of Dylan’s cold words, “I already told you that her life or death is none of my business!”

People who cared about her would worry over something as small as a sneeze. Those who didn’t wouldn’t have flinched even if they saw her hanging—they’d think she was just swinging.

Three years ago, she had done everything to marry Dylan, to repay a perceived debt, she had toned down her personality, and humbled herself to the dust, working tirelessly.

Thinking back, she realized she must have been out of her mind.

Even if he had saved her three years ago, it was her first time, and he really wasn’t at a loss.

The notion that she owed him anything was utterly absurd.

Pushing down the pain in her heart, Suzy stopped Allen at the kitchen door.

“Forget the ginger tea. However, the Goodwin family in North Avenue could use your help as a facilitator.”

“The Goodwin family?”

Suzy’s eyes narrowed slightly. “The murderer who killed my parents, and my own attacker three years ago, might both be connected to the Goodwin family.”

Upon hearing this, Allen’s eyebrows furrowed deeply.

“The Goodwins are influential in politics, and it seems the player behind the scenes is bigger than we imagined. Martin Goodwin, the head of the Goodwin family, has been ill lately, searching for a renowned doctor. I’ll pass on the news that you are the miracle doctor to them soon.”

Ten minutes later, Allen told Suzy, “Boss, the Goodwin family needs you urgently; they want you to come as soon as possible, but your injuries…”

In fact, the moment Allen saw Suzy, he wanted to ask about her injuries and where she had been these past three years.

Since she was alive, why hadn’t she contacted them?

But she never mentioned it, and knowing her temperament, he didn’t dare pry.

Suzy knew Allen was worried about her, but she didn’t want to bring up anything related to Dylan with anyone.

It was all over, and she would never contact him in the future; there was simply no need to let them know.

Yet, saying nothing would certainly not ease his concerns.

After a moment, she explained to Allen, “I took care of a dog for three years, but it never grew tame; it bit me instead.”

Allen’s anger flared immediately. “Where is that beast? I’ll knock his teeth out.”

No one could harm his boss and get away with it!

“He’s dead!”

Dead in her heart.

“Tell the Goodwin family that I’ll be there two days from now, four in the afternoon!”

Two days passed in a blink.

At Wright Corporation, in the CEO’s office.

Dylan looked up as his assistant, Desmond Hill, entered.

“Didn’t find her?”

“There isn’t a doctor who knows how to treat the poisoning,” Desmond said hesitantly, then added, “As for Mrs. Wright, she’s an orphan with no family. Everything she’s done over the past three years has been connected to you, and nothing suspicious has come up… so we haven’t been able to locate her either.”

“It had been two days…”

Was she intentionally hiding, or could she have…

Realizing he was actually worried about her, Dylan’s brows knitted together. “Intensify the search!”

“Yes!”

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Dylan gazed into the distance, his eyes flickering with a complexity even he hadn’t noticed. “Suzy, you better pray you can hide forever.”

“Sir…”

Desmond, who had left just a minute earlier, hurried back in without even knocking, breathless with urgency. “Look at this!”

Dylan, thinking there might be news of Suzy, took the phone and saw…

“Red Falcon?”

“A miracle doctor in the alternative medicine world!” Desmond exclaimed, excitedly.

“She’s renowned for curing all kinds of poisons and diseases. People call her ‘The Healer of Legends,’ known for treating even the most severe injuries. She disappeared three years ago, and everyone thought she was gone for good, but now she’s reappeared.

“I’ve just received reliable information that today at four in the afternoon, she’ll be visiting the Goodwin family in North Avenue to treat Mr. Martin. Sir, perhaps Miss Wheeler could try her treatment?”

“The Goodwin family at North Avenue..”

The fact that the Goodwins had called upon her was proof enough of her skill.

“Go invite her!”

After a pause, Dylan stopped Desmond at the door. “I’ll go myself.”