Chapter 2

I had been diagnosed with intracranial hypertension for some time now, relying on medication to manage it. During my time in detention, the episodes became more frequent, with severe headaches feeling like thousands of needles piercing my brain.

The doctor suggested I go to the neurosurgery department at North City Hospital when I had time. It gathered the most renowned neurologists in the country, and there might still be a chance.

I had originally decided to accompany Isabella on her birthday before going for the check-up.

But on her birthday, I gave up a multi-million dollar order to personally go to the mall to pick out a gift for her, only to find her arm in arm with Liam, shopping.

That morning before leaving, she had clearly told me to keep everything simple as she had work and would be busy late into the night.

I tried to suppress my anger and calmly inquire, but she accused me of shamelessly stalking her.

Seeing Liam's provocative smile behind her, I could no longer control myself and punched him.

Isabella immediately pushed me away as if I had touched her reverse scale, and crouched down to gently caress his cheek.

Afterwards, to get revenge for Liam, she actually accused me of intentional assault and sent me to the detention center.

My condition was also delayed for a long time because of this incident, and it wasn't until today that I could come to North City for the check-up.

As soon as I got off the plane, Isabella's call came in.

"Jack, congratulations on your release. I hope this detention has made you more mature. I don't want to see you act like a barbarian again."

Her voice was as cold as an emotionless machine, completely different from the smile that could melt winter in yesterday's video.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at the sky. It was clear and sunny, and my mood improved along with it.

"Isabella, let's get a divorce."

At this moment, my mood was calm, as if I was talking about an insignificant matter.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, followed by an angry voice.

"Jack, I'm very busy here and don't have time to entertain your childish behavior. It seems this detention hasn't made you grow up at all. What a waste of my good intentions."

With that, she hung up before I could respond.

If it had been before, hearing her rebuke would have kept me awake for days. Now, there wasn't even a ripple in my heart.

Perhaps I had understood long ago, but still harbored unrealistic fantasies. Now that I've let go, I only feel a sense of relief.

It's just a pity that I realized too late, and there's not much time left.

After taking care of the hospital procedures, I began to walk along the path of memories.

At first, we met in a coffee shop near the law firm to discuss business. At that time, her shoulder-length hair gave me the first impression of being capable and efficient.

Not long after, I started inviting her to stroll in the nearby park. There was a popular dating spot for young people in the park. Every time, I would pretend to get lost and lead her through it, while she would lower her head with a slight blush, holding onto the hem of my clothes the whole time, not daring to look around.

Later, I found her drinking herself into a stupor at a bar. During that period, I gave up on business and devoted myself wholeheartedly to being by her side, comforting her. I even taught myself how to cook and made her favorite sweet and sour fish.

My sincerity finally conquered her. We confirmed our relationship at the dinner table when she wiped her mouth and said to me, "Want to give it a try?"

A sharp pain shot through my head, and I suddenly sat down on the ground.

The pain spread from my head, and my vision went black again.

I frantically took out the pill bottle from my pocket, but my hand wasn't steady, and it fell to the ground.

I panicked, and my head hurt even more. I curled up on the ground, holding my head with both hands.

A kind passerby handed me the pill bottle, and I quickly swallowed two pills. It took quite a while before I felt better.

Seeing that my complexion had improved, he walked away reassured.

From this stranger, I felt a long-lost concern.

I had never hidden my illness from Isabella. The medical records were neatly placed on the table, and so were the purchased medications. If she had paid even a little attention, she would have noticed that something was wrong with my condition.

I had also had episodes in front of her more than once, but she never gave me a second glance, only focused on grinning at her phone screen.

"Jack, you've really disappointed Isabella. Do you want her to ignore you forever?" Liam sent me a message. It seems he was right beside her during the phone call.

I promptly blocked him.

Now, even if she wants to care, I don't want it anymore.

Back at the hospital, the admission procedures had been completed.

Lying on the hospital bed, I received a message from an unknown number.

"Give up, you're not good enough for her!"

Funny, I've already given up, but you think I'm acting.

Well, you're convinced that I love her so much that I wouldn't give up, and even if it's true, you don't want to believe it.

Isabella could become a legal consultant for big companies and the star of a top-tier law firm all thanks to my connections.

Without me pulling strings to help her gain experience, with her skills, she might have just become a regular employee by now.

Moreover, the news of being cheated on would affect my public image more than theirs. My losses would be far greater than theirs.

They thought I would choose to keep quiet rather than go public, so they acted without restraint.

Clowns!

I didn't bother responding and blocked this number as well.