I’m Sorry But I Love You

Since she was tortured by Anderson, when Catherine woke up the next morning, she felt pains all over her body.

All her negative emotions surged in her heart. Catherine wanted to take some pills to suppress them. Her disorder broke up more and more often recently. Her medicine bottles were empty already.

Catherine frowned.

A lot of medicines she was taking were developed particularly by Owen’s pharmaceuticals company, which were not available in the market. However, she had to cut ties with Owen.

After thinking for a long while, Catherine contacted Antonio.
Seeing Catherine’s number on his phone, Antonio felt surprised. “Hello, Catherine?”

Considering that she was not that close to Antonio, Catherine felt a bit embarrassed. “I’ll send you a few medicines through WeChat. Could you please check if they are available in your hospital? If not, do you think I could get any replacement for them?”

Antonio squinted. “How about taking them to my hospital directly? I’ll check you up first. If I don’t have the medicines you need, I can prescribe new medicines for you.”

Catherine thought what he said did make sense. After all, Owen’s medicines hadn’t been available in the market yet, so probably Antonio shouldn’t have them in his hospital.

She straightened herself up simply and went to Antonio’s hospital.
When she arrived, Antonio had been waiting for her in his office.

Catherine took all her medicines from her bag. “Please take a look. Some of them haven’t been in the market yet. I can’t buy them now. Could you help me check if there is any replacement?”

Seeing that Catherine take out a dozen of medicine bottles in a row, Antonio had unhappiness flashing through his eyes, which disappeared right away. He picked up each bottle to take a look.

The more he looked at the bottles, the more unhappy he became, wondering if her depressive disorder had become way too serious.

Catherine knew her status very well. She said, ‘I’ve tried a lot of medicines in the market, but they didn’t work well. Could you find me some medicines that have a stronger effect?

Antonio kept silent. He looked at the bottles with a frown for a long while. “I’ll take you for a check-up.” Catherine shook her head. “No, thanks. I have a major depressive disorder.”

She always took the checkup whenever she had finished a phase of medication. However, her symptom never decreased.

often than before. She was sure that it had

quite difficult to find the medicines that you need in the market. If you

to let him know that

given her the dose for a whole year. Catherine started to put back the medicine bottles

she was going back home. He asked in a low voice, “Tomorrow is

Catherine’s hand fell on the ground, rolling

stiffened while standing there. After a long while, she said with difficulty, “No, I don’t think so.” She felt

bottle from the floor in a panic, turned

he said, “The eighth row, South Mountain Cemetery.

hid in the study, trying to numb herself

she had signed quite a few contracts with Ethan’s comic platform. The editor who would work

drawing comics are too obvious. I suggest you change the drawing

Catherine hesitated

meant. In order not to

to hide her drawing styles, Catherine didn’t work quite smoothly. To adjust to the change, she kept drawing until midnight before

next morning, it was already noon, but the sky

row, South Mountain Cemetery.” Antonio’s words reechoed in her mind. No matter how much she wanted to ignore

cemetery for the rich. She thought it must be Antonio who helped her, for which she

to

showering as well. Under the raindrops, Catherine carefully kept the roses she had bought in her arms – it was her mother’s

was overcast and gloomy and the air visibility was quite low. It wasn’t until Catherine had arrived at the graveyard did she noticed that a man

burned into ashes. Anderson Clark! She rushed to the tombstone

seeing Anderson standing in front of her

Catherine would come here. “Fuck

up the two bunches of chrysanthemums and smashed them on Anderson. “My parents don’t

Catherine’s hands that were hitting him continuously. “Stop making a