Chapter 5

I struggled to open my eyes, unable to stop myself from coughing.

What met my gaze, besides the stark white walls, was an anxious face.

It was Melody!

Seeing her, I instinctively recoiled.

Melody's expression looked hurt, and her eyelashes lowered.

"Scarlett, no matter how much you hate me, you should at least drink this medicine, right?"

"I know you're upset with me, but I just want you to get better. If only you get better…"

Before she could finish, she covered her face and began to cry.

The next second, a man rushed to my side with hurried footsteps.

Liam's angry eyes blazed, and he picked up the bowl of medicine, splashing it all over my head.

"Scarlett, is this how you treat your savior? When you fainted just now, it was Melody who selflessly saved you!"

A chilling cold swept through my body, but the cold inside was far worse.

How much did Liam love her to defend her so fiercely, without even knowing the truth?

I turned my head, without a word, without a fuss, and Liam froze.

Before, if he had dared to treat me like this, I would have caused an uproar.

I would have punished him severely.

In his world, I was the sky, the boss who could never be defied.

But now, I was like a defeated dog, stripped of my former pride.

Melody quickly pulled Liam back, gently admonishing him:

"Liam, Scarlett is still sick, don't treat her like that."

Liam's eyes instantly softened with affection, and he squeezed her hand back.

"Melody, you're too kind. You don't owe her anything after how she treated you!"

The three of us fell into an awkward silence. Back then, Melody had cried, saying she was leaving.

Liam had knelt outside my bedroom door for a day and a night.

Begging me to let him go see Melody off just once.

"Scarlett, I'm begging you. Melody is like a little sister I've known since childhood; I wouldn't be alive if she hadn't brought me food. Just let me see her off, just this once!"

I hardened my heart, sleeping soundly in my lavish bed, refusing to open the door or agree.

The next morning, I opened my door to see a haggard Liam, his face covered in stubble.

The light in his eyes was completely gone.

He stayed by my side like a hollow shell.

Later, when I finally let him go, he didn't hesitate to go abroad to find Melody.

Now, next to Melody, his eyes shone with happiness.

I looked at Liam coldly, speaking clearly and forcefully:

"I don't need anyone's help. If you want to put on a show of compassion, you've come to the wrong person!"

Liam bent down and gripped my chin tightly.

"I think you're not sick at all! You're just faking it for sympathy! The test results will be out soon, let's see how long you can keep up this act!"

I gave a bitter laugh. Even if I were dying right in front of him, he still wouldn't believe I was sick.

"Sick or not, I don't need your pity or charity. Let me go!"

I tried to shake off his hand, struggling to stand up and leave.

But before I could take a step, I fell heavily to the ground again.

Liam watched my struggle, arms crossed, his face full of mockery.

The next second, his assistant rushed in, pushing the door open, and reported in a low voice.

"Mr. Liam, Ms. Campbell's test results are in."

Liam leaned forward expectantly.

"What's the result?"

The assistant's face flushed with concern, and he stammered:

"Brain cancer. Stage three, advanced."