Chapter 368: Strained Relationship between Abbie and Jane

After he left, the hospital room returned to its quiet state.

Abbie lay on the bed, unable to sleep as she stared at the bright white ceiling.

Turning her head, she glanced out the window, her gaze empty and distant, as if shrouded in a layer of white mist.

She had no parents, and even her only reliance, Kelvin, had abandoned her.

She would truly be alone from now on. As for her uncle’s family, Abbie gave a cold laugh. She had no hope for them.

In the afternoon, she heard footsteps outside the hospital room door. She thought it might finally be Kelvin arriving, and a ripple of excitement stirred in her otherwise silent heart. She eagerly got up to open the door.

At the entrance, what caught her eye instead was the face of a woman – Jane.

She was dressed in a high-end Chanel-inspired suit, a white collar blazer with double-row gold buttons that accentuated her slim waist.

She wore a matching pencil skirt that reached her knees, and her feet were adorned with apricot-colored pointed high-heeled shoes, stepping with confidence.

Her face showcased fashionable and eye-catching makeup, exuding a determined and domineering aura.

She smiled at Abbie, “Abbie, why do you look so disappointed? Is my arrival unwelcome?”

Abbie slightly furrowed her delicate eyebrows and graciously invited her in to sit. She then noticed the bouquet that Jane had brought – a bouquet of white chrysanthemums?

Nonchalantly, Jane found a vase and placed the bundle of white chrysanthemums in it, casually adjusting them. She turned back to Abbie and gave her a gentle smile. “You like chrysanthemums, so I decided to get them while passing by. I wasn’t sure which color to choose, but since you usually like white, I picked white.”

The expression on Abbie’s face became sinister, and her voice turned cold and sarcastic. “Hmm, so you’re just hoping that I die soon, aren’t you?”

this, Jane had an innocent look on her face as she squinted her eyes. “Why do you interpret my thoughtful intentions with malice, Abbie? White chrysanthemums are a symbol of the royal family, and in some countries, they are used for wedding

you hate me, Jane. I understand you far more than you think. So, tell

the point, and Jane was no longer interested in pretending. Her expression turned icy in an

have called off the engagement.” Teagan announced he would be engaged

was simple: the Berry family had lost their shares, and Cody had lost his network of support, thus no longer

paused for a moment and directed her blame at the expressionless woman lying in the hospital bed. “It’s all

“This was always supposed to

hospital room. Jane’s voice carried a curse-like tone and rang in her ears, word for word. “It doesn’t matter now.

and I were in it for mutual interests. I didn’t have to chose him as my life

and Kelvin wouldn’t last. How could someone as selfish

family has no connection to you. The

the near future. Herself, old and frail, gasping for breath, lying in a coffin, with no one around to pray for her – a

made

threw it at Jane. “Get out! What does a jilted whore like you have to

least her own reputation remained untainted, while Jane had been with multiple

this, Abbie felt a slight sense of

the vase hit the ground, a crisp sound followed, and the white fragments scattered

spilled across the

white chrysanthemums fell to the ground, its delicate petals gathering

crossed in an arrogant stance. “Hmph, Abbie, this is the real you. Your façade of

“Get lost!”

drove her away, while anger continued to

just the

very first day that Kelvin had abandoned her, someone dared

steps back, barefoot, and accidentally stepped on a shard of the broken vase, causing an even sharper pain

the fresh red blood spreading from the sole of her foot, contrasting against her pale,

press the emergency button on the bedside, but as she crouched by the edge of the bed, her fingers couldn’t reach the button. It was beyond

foot was bleeding, but

the moment when she couldn’t reach the emergency button, her emotions suddenly collapsed, thinking to herself: maybe this is what

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