Rowan threw a dismissive look in my direction." What's there to worry about? She'll still be waiting for me to marry her."
The snow around me seemed to grow colder, the stark whiteness blurring as my vision dimmed. I collapsed into the snow, letting my eyes fall shut.
Rowan Price, there's no future for us. I don't want to marry you anymore.
As darkness claimed me, a single, searing vow burned through my mind.
The scumbag and his bitch… they will pay for Grandma's suffering with their lives.
When I finally regained consciousness, I found myself in the emergency room. The high fever had worsened, leading to pulmonary edema. I felt as though I had been dragged through death's door and back again.
My body was littered with bruises and frostbite.
Day after day, I lay in that hospital bed, but Rowan never came. He would not even care about me.
Meanwhile, Madeline's Treatment Diary continued to update regularly. I caught one of her live streams.
Her voice was as sweet as ever: "Guys, my face is fine now, please, don't worry about me."