Chapter 4

On the eighth day of my disappearance, the hospital couldn't find me, so they called my emergency contact.

When Finn received the call, he was momentarily stunned, but quickly returned to his normal demeanor.

"Lydia has been sick these days, resting at home. Please handle the paperwork on this end."

The face of the Finn Family's leader was effective.

The person on the other end repeatedly agreed and even specifically advised me to rest well before returning to work, no rush.

Finn stared at the phone for a long time, somewhat distracted, then murmured to himself: "It's been so long, there's a limit to sulking, not even a single call, truly heartless."

He opened my profile, scrolling through the chat history.

Looking at recent messages, mostly me expressing concern for him, only to receive an "OK" gesture emoji or read without response.

Opening the contacts, the call log still showed the several missed calls I made to him over a week ago.

Finn had changed, becoming increasingly impatient.

Even communicating with him had become very difficult.

I ironed his suit the night before, but the next day he left wearing another one.

Before he went out, I reminded him: "It's raining today, remember to take an umbrella."

He frowned, impatiently saying: "Oh."

But left the umbrella at the entrance.

The photo in the living room was the first picture we took after dating.

He was looking at me, I was looking at the camera, smiling brightly.

But after being torn and glued back, the people in the photo looked a bit eerie.

He looked at it for a long time, then took out the original from his phone, instructing his assistant to print a new one.

A broken mirror can't be made whole again, so why pretend to be deeply in love with me?

Without my interference, he should be happier.