Chapter 4

Luanne's dagger fell to the ground. She finally stopped torturing me.

My blood-soaked body slumped onto the floor. Blood gushed from the wound in my chest. I thought, "Just wait a little longer, and everything will be over."

Suddenly, ambulance sirens and women's shouting rang out. I faintly heard someone begging me not to die.

I thought, "Why does this voice sound so familiar? It's like Ellie's voice. How could it be her? Didn't she die trying to save me from Luanne and the others?"

"Ryan, don't die, please!" a woman cried.

I forced my eyes open and saw Ellie Green kneeling over me, desperately pressing her hands against my chest. Her hands were covered with my blood.

It really was her. She hadn't died.

Countless memories of our youth flashed through my mind. Ellie was my first target and my childhood friend. When I was working to make money, she helped keep an eye on Belle. When Violet bit my hand, she bandaged my wound.

Ellie had said to me, "Ryan, do whatever you want. I'll always be your support."

Later, I married Luanne. Ellie left me a farewell letter and went overseas. We met again when she learned about the online abuse I had endured.

That rainy night, Ellie became a world-renowned star, while I had been slandered by Dillon and fallen into disgrace.

Ellie looked at me with a bright smile. "Ryan, did you do those things?"

Raindrops fell into her eyes. I smiled and lied to her. "Yes, I did. I'm that kind of malicious person. You must be very disappointed in me, right?"

But the next moment, Ellie hugged me tightly. "You're lying. Every time you lie, you furrow your eyebrows for a second. Ryan, I know you're not that kind of person. Why are you lying to me? You have nothing left now. Do you still want to push me away?"

I lowered my gaze, showing a bitter smile. Among the four heroines, the others owed me something, but Ellie was the one I owed the most. That was why I always resisted her kindness.

I didn't answer Ellie and left her. But I never expected that this decision would plunge me into an abyss.

Luanne's people captured me. To avenge Dillon, they tortured me mercilessly. When I was dying, Ellie appeared, promising to rescue me. But she never showed up again.

Later, Luanne told me she had gotten rid of Ellie.

Dillon returned, and Luanne let me go. Coupled with Ellie's death, I thought my task was completely ruined. And that was why I wanted to leave this world.

But now, Ellie was still alive.

"Ellie, you..." In my hazy state, I had so much to ask her, but my voice grew weaker and weaker.

I struggled to stay conscious, afraid I wouldn't get another chance to ask. "I..." Before I could finish my words, I fainted.

What a good day it was. Everyone had gathered. I had no regrets left.

I stopped struggling, waiting for death to claim me.

But before long, I woke up. My body was wrapped in bandages.

"Poor guy. There are so many wounds, some even showing bones." Hearing the nurse's mutter, I gradually regained awareness.

I murmured, "Kill me."

"No wonder he has so many injuries. He must be a Luannetic!" The nurse, terrified, ran out of the ward.

Soon, a group of people flooded into the ward.

Violet, with a cold face, said harshly, "Ryan, you don't know where Dillon is. Why did you lie to us? Do you want us to carry the burden of killing you? You're so selfish! With my medical skills, I can bring you back from the brink of death!"

The others echoed her, blaming me.

Despite being the injured party, I was somehow at fault. I laughed bitterly.

Dillon, pretending to be sympathetic, said, "I just wanted to cook for everyone on this special day, but I didn't expect Ryan to almost die because of it."

Belle added, "Ryan, why don't you explain it?"

I frowned and sneered at them. "Explain? What's the point? I've explained countless times that I never harmed Dillon. He framed me. But what did I get in return? Nothing but your insults! I don't want to explain anymore. If you have any conscience left, give me a quick death."