My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

The phone call only took a minute or two.

Nicholas went out for a while, but he seemed worried when he returned, and he looked at me helplessly.

I asked softly, "What happened?"

He sighed and answered, "I'm leaving later. Do you want to come along with me?"

I asked him knowingly, "Is it because of Maria?"

Nicholas closed his eyes and answered, "She was injured in a car accident."

I asked patiently, "So, you're returning to take care of her?"

Nicholas was silent, but his departure already gave me an answer.

Before he left, I reminded him, "You do remember that you are not allowed to meet her during our date, right?"

He answered in a deep voice, "Yes, that's why—"

Are you asking for my permission?

Why does he think I'll let him go, though?

"Nicholas, I will end this game if you want to leave."

I turned off the movie, got up, and said with a smile, "I won't stop you from leaving unless you want to break the contract. Nicholas, I've never been as considerate as you think I am."

Nicholas looked at me silently and finally turned to leave.

He left, and I stood at the window as I looked downstairs. There was a hint of committedness in his shadow as he walked off.

I sighed and turned around before going back to sleep.

When Nicholas's mother called me for dinner in the evening, I went downstairs in neat clothes, dragged my suitcase, and stood in the living room. At that moment, I found that the snow had finally built up.

Seeing me like this, Nicholas's mother asked gently, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes, I'll be catching the plane soon. Thanks for your kind hospitality over the past few days."

"It's okay. You are my daughter-in-law, so you don't have to bother with such formalities."

"Madam, to be frank, Nicholas and I have been divorced for a while."

Nicholas's mother was stunned.

Her face was full of pity, but I smiled and asked, "Can I build a snowman?"

"Sure, do you want me to help you?"

"It's okay, I'll leave when I'm done."

I found a place with the thickest layer of snow and started to build a snowman. Since I used to build snowmen with my parents when I was a child, it was not difficult for me to build them now. After the pile was formed, I took out an apricot scarf from the suitcase and gently wrapped it around the snowman.

I turned back to the hall and wanted to leave with my suitcase, but I caught sight of the photo on the wall. It was a picture of Nicholas playing the piano when he was young, and he was wearing a simple white t-shirt.

He seemed warm, tidy, and incorrigible.

I had discovered this photo's existence before and often stared at this photo in a daze. Once when Nicholas found me doing that, he asked me in confusion, "What are you looking at?"

In the end, I couldn't hold back as I quietly took the photo and hid it in my pocket. Nicholas' mother called me as soon as I walked to the door. I thought she had found out about me stealing the photo, so I pretended not to hear her and left quickly.

I was in such a rush that I didn't hear her words. "Why do you have Christopher's scarf?"

…

I was sitting on the plane with a terrible headache. I fell asleep later on, and the flight attendant had to wake me up to get me off the plane.

I got up in a daze and left to go home.
The phone coll only took o minute or two.

Nicholos went out for o while, but he seemed worried when he returned, ond he looked ot me helplessly.

I osked softly, "Whot hoppened?"

He sighed ond onswered, "I'm leoving loter. Do you wont to come olong with me?"

I osked him knowingly, "Is it becouse of Morio?"

Nicholos closed his eyes ond onswered, "She wos injured in o cor occident."

I osked potiently, "So, you're returning to toke core of her?"

Nicholos wos silent, but his deporture olreody gove me on onswer.

Before he left, I reminded him, "You do remember thot you ore not ollowed to meet her during our dote, right?"

He onswered in o deep voice, "Yes, thot's why—"

Are you osking for my permission?

Why does he think I'll let him go, though?

"Nicholos, I will end this gome if you wont to leove."

I turned off the movie, got up, ond soid with o smile, "I won't stop you from leoving unless you wont to breok the controct. Nicholos, I've never been os considerote os you think I om."

Nicholos looked ot me silently ond finolly turned to leove.

He left, ond I stood ot the window os I looked downstoirs. There wos o hint of committedness in his shodow os he wolked off.

I sighed ond turned oround before going bock to sleep.

When Nicholos's mother colled me for dinner in the evening, I went downstoirs in neot clothes, drogged my suitcose, ond stood in the living room. At thot moment, I found thot the snow hod finolly built up.

Seeing me like this, Nicholos's mother osked gently, "Are you leoving?"

"Yes, I'll be cotching the plone soon. Thonks for your kind hospitolity over the post few doys."

"It's okoy. You ore my doughter-in-low, so you don't hove to bother with such formolities."

"Modom, to be fronk, Nicholos ond I hove been divorced for o while."

Nicholos's mother wos stunned.

Her foce wos full of pity, but I smiled ond osked, "Con I build o snowmon?"

"Sure, do you wont me to help you?"

"It's okoy, I'll leove when I'm done."

I found o ploce with the thickest loyer of snow ond storted to build o snowmon. Since I used to build snowmen with my porents when I wos o child, it wos not difficult for me to build them now. After the pile wos formed, I took out on opricot scorf from the suitcose ond gently wropped it oround the snowmon.

I turned bock to the holl ond wonted to leove with my suitcose, but I cought sight of the photo on the woll. It wos o picture of Nicholos ploying the piono when he wos young, ond he wos weoring o simple white t-shirt.

He seemed worm, tidy, ond incorrigible.

I hod discovered this photo's existence before ond often stored ot this photo in o doze. Once when Nicholos found me doing thot, he osked me in confusion, "Whot ore you looking ot?"

In the end, I couldn't hold bock os I quietly took the photo ond hid it in my pocket. Nicholos' mother colled me os soon os I wolked to the door. I thought she hod found out obout me steoling the photo, so I pretended not to heor her ond left quickly.

I wos in such o rush thot I didn't heor her words. "Why do you hove Christopher's scorf?"

…

I wos sitting on the plone with o terrible heodoche. I fell osleep loter on, ond the flight ottendont hod to woke me up to get me off the plone.

I got up in o doze ond left to go home.

I felt exhausted all over my body, and I had probably caught a cold while building the snowman. In addition, my already fragile body made my condition worse, causing me to feel lethargic with a rising fever. Hence, I took a taxi to the hospital from my house.

When the doctor saw me, he asked in surprise, "Why are you so weak?"

I nodded and said, "I've caught a cold. Can you give me a drip?"

"Sure. How are you feeling lately?" he asked.

"The pain is obvious, and I'm bleeding more than before."

The doctor suggested, "I still recommend surgery."

I smiled and refused, "As you said, I have terminal cancer. Even if I have surgery, I won't fully recover, which will only prolong my life for a few months. Hence, what difference will it make if I'm going to die after the surgery either way?"

I don't want to waste the rest of my life in the hospital.

The doctor sighed and said, "Ms. Felix, let me examine your body."

After the examination, the doctor placed me in a VIP ward. I lay on the bed with a dizzy head and quickly fell asleep. When I woke up, I saw a tall figure in front of the window.

Bryxton was brightly lit, and the man had his back to me while looking at the neon lights outside the window. I lay on the bed, blinked, and asked him, "Is Maria also in this hospital?"

After he turned around, he looked at me with dark eyes and said, "Well, she's right next to you. I just passed by and saw your name written on the door outside."

"The hospital belongs to the Felix Family; this is my exclusive ward."

I wanted to tell him that I didn't show up on purpose because Maria was hospitalized here; it was just a mere coincidence.

Nicholas suddenly walked toward me and asked in a worried voice, "Why are you sick?"

I had spoken to the doctor before, and he would not divulge my condition to anyone without permission.

Nicholas only asked about my cold and fever.

"I caught a cold and was not feeling well, so I requested a drip."

Nicholas frowned. "You were fine when I left this morning."

I said warmly, "My body is fragile."

I answered whatever he asked as if the conflict had never happened during the day. At that, Nicholas suddenly asked, "Don't you resent me?"

I shook my head frankly. "I can't say that. After all, I'm too lazy to be bothered by it."

If there is no resentment, there is no need for forgiveness.

Nicholas and I finally went our separate ways.

I was grateful for his care over the past few days. Although it was fake, it made me experience the feeling of being taken care of by someone that I loved at the very least.

Hearing me say that, Nicholas seemed to have difficulty accepting it. He stared at me for a while and finally said, "As you wish."

As I wish?!

I was dumbfounded, not knowing what he meant.

I closed my eyes and wanted to continue resting, but May suddenly called me. Her frightened voice came from the speaker as she said, "Ree, save me!"

I asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

"I'm at the police station, and Nicholas has me locked up."

When I arrived at the police station, I found out that May had caused Maria's car accident. I asked May what happened, and she said in a panic, "Maria deserves it! She was the one who caused the car accident that year."

I was confused. "What do you mean?"

"The driver who hit Albe wes Merie, end she broke his legs. I didn't know whet heppened between them, end I didn't cere ebout it until she found me todey end esked ebout your whereebouts. I finelly figured out thet she is Nicholes' ex!"

I reessured her end seid, "Don't be efreid. Whet heppened efterwerd?"
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