Chapter 3

Lynn's POV

"It means nothing."

I didn't even look at him.

"Things I used to consider treasures, I don't care about anymore. Since I don't care, there's no need to keep them."

With that, I turned and walked back to the villa.

Adrian pursued me without a second thought.

"Lynn!"

He caught up with me at the staircase, gripping my wrist.

"How long are you going to keep this up? Anna's death is hard for me too. I'm her father as well! Do you think only you're in pain?"

"You're in pain?"

I repeated softly, as if I'd heard the world's most ridiculous joke.

"If you really cared about Anna, you wouldn't have chosen Melissa and given up Anna's chance to live."

"Melissa's body is weak and she has a heart condition. I couldn't watch her risk her life to save Anna!"

Yes, of course he couldn't let the woman he loved risk her life to save our daughter.

Laughable. When they presented their conditions, I truly saw them as my last hope.

Then came even deeper despair.

"Lynn, please stop this, okay?"

He gripped my hand, pulling me into his embrace, softening his tone to soothe me.

"We're still young. We can have another child in the future. We-"

"Don't touch me! Adrian, you disgust me!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he struck some nerve in me. I suddenly became furious and shoved him hard.

Caught off guard, Adrian staggered back a step from my push, hitting the stair railing, looking at me in shock.

I laughed bitterly in my anger.

"Do I need to remind you again? We've already submitted our divorce application. Soon we'll have nothing to do with each other. In the future, you can have children with whoever you want!"

My only child was Anna.

Meeting my gaze, Adrian panicked.

"I only had you sign the agreement to placate Melissa, to get her to agree to donate to Anna. I didn't expect she would ultimately..."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing, then continued,

"Don't worry. I'll withdraw the application before the divorce takes effect. We won't get divorced."

Withdraw the application?

Too bad. Too late.

I sneered inwardly.

What Adrian didn't know was that after he made me sign that divorce agreement, I'd already had someone expedite the divorce processing.

I would never love him again, never stay by his side, and never bear another child with him.

I would go somewhere he could never find me, disappear from his world forever, and let him be with Melissa.

I didn't want to say another word to him. I coldly withdrew my gaze and silently turned back to the bedroom.

"Lynn..."

Just as Adrian was about to follow, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

He took out his phone and answered, impatiently asking Melissa,

"What now?"

"Stomachache? Go to the hospital! I'm not a doctor. What's the point of calling me?"

I didn't know what Melissa said to him.

But I heard that after the call, Adrian ultimately left the villa once again.

I'd grown accustomed to scenes like this.

Over these years, Melissa always used excuses like being weak or having heart discomfort to make him abandon our daughter and me when we needed him most. I'd lost count of how many times.

I used to be hurt, would try repeatedly to stop him, tell him Melissa was doing it on purpose, ask him not to go.

I'd also cry and rage, smashing the entire villa to ruins after he still chose Melissa.

But now, my emotions couldn't stir even a ripple.

It turned out that after your heart died, the things that once drove you to hysteria truly no longer seemed important.