When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 51 Let’s Break Up

Whinney immediately turned appond, wasting to ask the muse it Willian hadariually added the new medication to Margaret’s

“Thysonty, Whitney,” Rachel said apologetically. “My Biend’s mother was in a serious car accident with severe brain trauma. Tepped incle Damian to give her the medication instrad” Whimney’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her eyes blazed with fury as she glared at Rachel as she shouted, “That medication was for my mom!”

“I know, but Madam Colin has been in a coma for 20 years. What difference will a few more days make? My friend’s mother needed it urgently: Can’t you just let her have it first? Rachel spoke, as if she were the reasonable one trying to explain things to someone who wan dificult

Every word pushed Whimney closer to her breaking point. For 10 years, she had desperately wished for Margaret to wake up, and now, this wound hope had been cruelly matched away. She snapped, “Would you be so casual about it if you were the one lying in a hospital bed for 30 years?”

She was not being unseasonable–c accidents happened every day, and the victims could definitely rely on other medications. After all, this medication was specifically for vegetative patients with brain damage.

“Whitney, how could you speak to Rachel like that? We’re going to be family “Damian frowned while Rachel put on a hat expression,

lips curled into a slight smirk Whitney caught

was ready to slap Rachel “Tamily? No

she could, Damian caught her wrist. His expression grow cold, his usual warm and aboent “Don’t you understand priorities? If you’ve waited this long, what’s a lile longer? Is it

scoffed. “So, I’m just not important

come first. As the light in her beautiful eyes slowly dammed away, Damian felt an unfamiliar discomfort in his chest. “I’ve already arranged with Profesor Morris to get the first batch of

Madam Colin.

Noticing it, Damian immediately barked

Meamshile, Whitney harmed and entered Margaret’s ward, unable to stand

slammed the door behind her. She leaned against it, highting back tears. It was

Margaret’s bedside and took her hand. “Mom, there’s been a setback, but we

go home that evening, but her car would not start. The mechan said it needed to towed to the dealership for repairs, so she had no choice but to hail a cab Dack clouds had gathered, and it started to drizzle. With cabs suddenly in high demand, even the rideshare apps showed long wait times. Bad days just had

back memories–especially the painful ones, she had given so much of