Chapter 1

On Valentine's Day, Joyce got into a car accident while making a U-turn on the highway, all to save the cat of her first love.

Both the cat and I were trapped under the car, and no matter who she saved first, the other would suffer more serious injuries from the imbalance.

I endured the pain and called for help, but Joyce didn't hesitate at all to save the cat.

"This is Samuel's favorite cat. I can't let it get hurt. Don't worry, even if you lose a hand, I'll stay with you."

The car was hit again, the glass shattered, and my arm was crushed, flesh mangled.

Yet Joyce was still entirely focused on checking the cat over and over.

When the ambulance finally arrived, she even stood in front of the vehicle, ensuring the doctors treated the cat first.

"William's just got a minor injury. How can he compare to my cat? If you don't save it, you're not leaving today!"

She forgot that I have a clotting disorder. With all this blood loss, I could die.

"Joyce, what is this supposed to mean?"

I let out a desperate growl and used all my strength to push her away.

But the intense pain from my right hand made me nearly lose consciousness.

Joyce gave me a complicated look. "William, don't blame me. Luna is Samuel's favorite cat. I have to do this."

Then she left me behind, walking straight to the side of the road and holding the cat.

Blood poured from my wrist, and the wound was deep enough to see the bone.

But Joyce still ignored me, continuing to check the cat for any injuries.

Five minutes later, the paramedics finally arrived.

They quickly moved me onto a stretcher, ready to transport me, but Joyce stopped them.

"Don't you have a first aid kit? Help me check on the cat first!"

"What are you doing, worrying about a cat now? The patient's lost so much blood, and if we wait any longer, it'll be too late!"

The doctors exchanged looks, their expressions full of disbelief.

Upon hearing this, Joyce stood in front of the ambulance.

"Do you know whose cat this is? It's Samuel's! If anything happens to it, you'd better worry about your jobs!"

Samuel's family was wealthy, and his grandfather had once been the hospital director, with powerful connections.

The doctors knew Samuel's name, so they hesitated slightly.

They took the cat, examined it quickly, then handed it back to Joyce.

"It's just a little shaken up, not even a scratch. Don't worry."

The sting from my wound made me groan involuntarily, and seeing my condition, the doctors rushed to close the door and start the journey.

But Joyce was still unrelenting.

"You just glanced at it to appease me, I'm not so easy to fool! William, you're fine with just a little injury, why are you acting like this?

"Move aside, check my cat again!"

She then pulled out her phone and took a picture of each doctor's ID badge.

"If you keep messing around, I'll send this straight to Samuel. Don't regret it when someone gets fired."

The doctors, unable to do anything else, had no choice but to leave me aside and continue inspecting the cat.

The blood kept flowing, and I felt myself growing colder.

Three minutes later, the stretcher was almost completely soaked in blood.

Seeing my condition worsen, Joyce finally relented.

"Fine, let's go. William, I barely put any pressure on you, why are you so fragile?"

She cast a disgusted glance at me, then muttered under her breath, "Such a waste of time... I don't even know if Luna's really alright..."

Earlier, when she knew I was cut by glass shards, she still cruelly pressed down on me, deepening my wounds.

But now, she was accusing me of being weak.

The hurt and humiliation overwhelmed me in an instant. I opened my mouth to defend myself, but no words came out.

Joyce, seeing this, made no attempt to hide her disdain.