My father's life meant less to him than watching one round of fireworks with Lily Fox.
Rage and despair twisted together, burning through my chest until I couldn't breathe.
I abandoned all pride. My fingers trembled as I typed.
Adrian, I'm begging you.
My dad is really dying. Come back and save him, and I'll never interfere between you and Lily again.
If you want to marry her, I'll step aside. I'm begging you. Please come back.
After hitting send, every ounce of strength drained from my body. I collapsed into the chair.
I stared at the screen. One second. Two. One minute. Ten.
Time dripped by like sand in an hourglass—counting down my father's life.
Half an hour later, my phone buzzed.
A voice message. From Adrian.
I grabbed it like a drowning woman clutching a lifeline, hands shaking as I pressed play.
His voice came through, ice-cold with a hint of mockery.
"Wendy, is it really worth making up lies like this just to compete for my attention?"
"I've reviewed all your father's indicators. He's nowhere near critical."
"Don't think this self-inflicted suffering act will force me back."
"Harass me again, and I'll transfer you out of the department—you won't even be filing paperwork."