Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

At that moment, Roseanne paused, a memory flashing through her mind of a photograph where she and Millie were walking hand in hand, laughing together. She spoke indifferently, "If you're sick, go to the hospital. I'm not a doctor."

With that, she hung up. Her tone was casual, sounding like the person on the other end was a stranger.

Fuming, Murray clenched his jaws so tight that his whole body trembled, and in rage, he threw his phone against the wall, smashing it to bits.

Standing nearby, Sadie was speechless. That was her phone!

Roseanne's words had struck a nerve, making Murray's blood boil and his stomach ache even worse.

With a stubborn streak worsened by spite, he stormed upstairs and locked himself in his room, thinking, 'Does Roseanne think I can't manage without her? Ridiculous!'

Sadie glanced at her wrecked phone, remembered the call, and sighed, shaking her head. She couldn't fathom what Murray was thinking, letting someone as wonderful as Ms. Cole walk away.

In the afternoon, after Sadie finished cleaning and was about to leave, she knocked on the bedroom door. "Mr. Sherwood?"

There was no answer. Thinking Murray was still upset, she didn't think much of it and left.

Later, Hertha drove to the villa, expertly unlocked the door with a fingerprint scan, and stepped inside. "Murray, I'm here to relay Mom's message. This time, it's Miss Park from Columbia University. Murray, are you there?"

she received no response, she dialed Murray's phone, only to hear the ringtone inside. Looking down, she saw the phone on the coffee table. If the phone was there, he should be home. Puzzled, she headed

to have dinner

ages with no

on? Why is there no

Frowning, Hertha called Sadie.

been home all day. He looked pale. Probably, his stomach was

quickly grabbed a spare key to open the door. Sure enough, as soon as the door swung open, she found Murray pale as a ghost, collapsed on

Hertha screamed, "Murray..."

...

the IV seemed to ease the unbearable

eyes, his throat parched. "Water..." he

handed him a

quenching his thirst, Murray gestured for

feeling any better? Hertha called us and said you

everything's fine, then all of a sudden, you end

there. Corley, York, and others had all come. Hertha was by his bedside, looking worried. And even Beverley had

Roseanne was nowhere in

a smile.