“Mr. Harris, please…”
Daniel pressed down on her, breathing heavily, and chuckled in a low voice,
“You’re so much more exciting than Grace.”
The air was thick with alcohol and the lingering scent of lust.
I watched Daniel and Sophia entangled on our marital bed. It turned out that going from heartbreak to numbness only took six years. I even had the mind to recognize that the drink spilled on Sophia’s body was the same non-alcoholic mojito I had once created.
Just then, the hospital called in urgency:
“Mr. Harris, Ms. Lee can’t wait any longer. She must undergo a liver transplant immediately.”
Daniel’s face turned grim. He hastily pulled up my old number again, speaking impatiently:
“Grace Miller, have you had enough fun? Get back here immediately and donate your liver.”
On the other end, my six-year-old daughter said timidly,
“Uncle… my mom has already turned into the stars in the sky.”
Daniel raised his brows, speaking coldly:
“So, Grace has grown bolder, even teaching a child to lie.”
“Tell her there are limits to her tricks. For Sophia’s sake, I’ll come myself tomorrow to bring her back. She better not push her luck.”
Without waiting for a reply, Daniel hung up the phone.