Justice forcibly gave her my screenplay. I knelt down and begged him, saying that I was sick and this was also my dream. He pulled out my diagnosis report from the drawer and slapped it against my face, mocking me. "Where'd you get this prop from? Even has the chief physician's signature. Impressive. You just happened to get sick the moment Zoey came back? Why do you hate her so much? She's about to die and you're still trying to compete with her?"
Justice used his thumb to wipe away my tears, pulling me back from my memories. He pleaded softly, "Ella, I'm so tired. Can you let me rest for a bit? Zoey saved my life on the snowy mountain before. I can't possibly refuse her last request."
Before leaving, he turned back again and quickly kissed my forehead. "Don't worry, I'll make us public in a month and give you a grand wedding. Everything I have is yours. Can you wait for me, please?"
After I was discharged from the hospital, Justice bought a villa in my name as our wedding home. He also hired a nanny specifically to take care of my daily life. One day, I woke up with a suffocating pain in my chest, followed by vomiting a large mouthful of blood.