CEO Liam Blackwood had finally recovered after three years of paralysis, and his buddies threw him a celebratory party at an exclusive private club. I stood by the entrance, clutching a carefully chosen gift. Just as I was about to push the door open, I heard Liam’s voice, mingling with his friends’ chatter from inside. “Liam, Sera has been absolutely incredible for you. Honestly, if it wasn’t for her these past three years, you wouldn’t have recovered this brilliantly.” “He’s right. She’s just a girl, yet she massaged you daily, pushed you through rehab, barely slept a wink, terrified you’d have a breakdown in the dead of night… You owe her for life, man.” “She is indeed a very good person,” Liam’s voice was low and gentle. My fingertips trembled slightly, a warmth spreading through my chest. The next second, I heard someone ask, “So, when are you going to marry her?” A terrifying silence fell over the room. My hand hung in mid-air, my heart involuntarily quickening its pace. I held my breath, as if awaiting a final judgment. After a long pause, Liam’s voice, flat and distant, finally broke the silence. “I think of her as a sister.” “A sister?!” His friends’ voices shot up. “She’s been with you for three years, and you just see her as a sister? Liam, you can’t still be pining for Genevieve, can you? She ditched you the second things went south, didn’t even bother to check in! Now you’re back on your feet, and suddenly she reappears? Liam, you can like *anyone* else, but not her!” Liam didn’t respond. I stood outside the door, my heart twisting in a brutal grip. Silence, in itself, was the clearest answer. I had foolishly believed three years of unwavering devotion would earn me his true feelings. Instead, his heart had always belonged to the one who abandoned him. Three years ago, Liam Blackwood was a golden boy, standing at the pinnacle of success. A top-tier university grad, heir to a massive empire, a natural at everything from skiing to equestrian. And his face? Sculpted by the gods themselves. Me? I was just a scholarship kid, lucky enough to be sponsored by the Blackwoods. I first saw him at a school awards ceremony. He stood on the podium, his expression cool and distant, his posture tall and unyielding, like an unreachable mountain pine. I sat in the very last row, clutching my scholarship check, too afraid to even clap loud enough to be noticed. Back then, standing by his side was Genevieve Sterling, the university’s reigning queen, gorgeous and from a family just as powerful as his. Everyone said they were like a prince and princess from a fairytale. Until that car crash. Liam’s spine was shattered, and the doctors said he might never walk again. Genevieve? She didn’t even make it to his hospital room. Just a cold breakup text, and then she vanished, poof, into thin air. The Blackwood heir, once the center of everyone’s universe, plummeted into absolute darkness overnight. He became volatile, moody, even attempted to take his own life. Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood wept endlessly, completely helpless. I was the one who stepped up. I knelt by his wheelchair, my voice a soft whisper. “Liam,” I promised, “everything will be okay. I’ll be right here with you.” For the next three years, I dedicated myself to learning various massage techniques, sleeping only two hours a night, terrified he’d do something reckless in the dead of night. When he’d spiral, smashing his legs with a chair, I’d instinctively throw myself in front of him, taking every brutal blow. “My legs are already ruined!” he’d roared, his eyes bloodshot. “It doesn’t matter if I break them! Are you crazy? Can’t you tell what’s more important, your life or my legs?!” Sweat beaded on my forehead from the searing pain, but I clung to his legs stubbornly. “I can tell,” I whispered. “Precisely because your legs are so important, I have to stop you.” “Because one day, I *will* make you walk again.” In that moment, Liam, who had always been so proud, trembled as he pulled me into his arms, his voice thick with emotion. “Sera, please… don’t leave me…” Everyone called Liam’s recovery a miracle. But only I knew the truth. Miracle? There was no miracle. Just me, fighting tooth and nail, clawing him back from the edge of the abyss, piece by agonizing piece. And now… He’d climbed out of that abyss, but he no longer needed me. Just then, my phone vibrated sharply. I fumbled for it, and the name “Mrs. Blackwood” on the screen stung my eyes. I knew exactly what that call meant. Sure enough, as soon as I answered, Mrs. Blackwood’s gentle, yet unmistakably firm voice came through. “You see, dear, Liam’s the CEO of a major corporation now. His wife simply *must* be someone with a strong background, someone who can truly support him, not just… well, not just anyone.” “I truly appreciate your unwavering care these past three years. But you must understand, if it weren’t for the Blackwood family’s generosity, you wouldn’t have even seen the inside of a university. Consider all those past debts… paid in full, okay?” There was a pause on the other end, as if she expected a torrent of desperate questions, or perhaps a tearful, humble plea. But I simply lifted my gaze toward the empty hallway where Liam had walked away. The empty hallway seemed to echo with mocking laughter, a cruel testament to three years of unrequited hope. “Okay,” I heard my own voice say, eerily calm. “I’ll leave. I’ll never appear before him again.” I hung up the phone and went straight to the hospital. My forehead wound required three stitches, and the doctor advised me to keep it dry. I numbly nodded, and as I walked out of the clinic, I saw Liam’s Maybach parked not far from the hospital entrance. The car window was half-open. Genevieve was weeping, her head buried in his shoulder. “Liam, I’m so sorry for what I did back then…” Her voice was choked with sobs. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I had no choice but to leave you. My parents wouldn’t allow us to be together; they forced me abroad, even confiscated my phone. It’s not that I didn’t want to find you…” Liam sat in silence, the line of his jaw hard. I stood not far away, my feet rooted to the spot. “Then why are you back now?” Liam finally spoke, his voice deep. Genevieve lifted her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Because I couldn’t forget you… I know you have Sera now, but I don’t ask for anything else, just please don’t send me away… Just let me watch you from afar…” I stood in the shadows, watching Liam stay silent for a long time before finally reaching out to wipe away Genevieve’s tears. “I don’t blame you,” he said. “As for Sera… I just see her as a sister. It’s not what you think.” Genevieve’s eyes lit up, and she broke into a tearful smile. “Really?” Liam nodded. Genevieve cried tears of joy, burying herself in his arms once more. I let out a self-mocking laugh, turned, and headed straight to the immigration office.
At the immigration office, the clerk handed me a form. “Your visa should be ready in two weeks.” I thanked them, and by the time I walked out the door, dusk had already settled. I returned to Liam’s villa. For the past three years, I had lived here to better care for him. I’d foolishly believed this place was home. My carefully chosen slippers still sat by the door, the succulents I’d nurtured lined the living room, and my handwritten ‘Stomach-Friendly Recipes’ were taped proudly in the kitchen. Now, I was about to systematically erase every trace of myself. As I packed my suitcase, I found a photo at the bottom of a drawer. It was taken the day Liam successfully completed his rehabilitation. He’d actually *smiled* for the camera – a rare sight – and I stood beside him, my eyes crinkling into happy crescent moons. The edges of the photo were already soft with age, worn from my countless touches. I stared at the picture for a long time, then gently tossed it into the trash. Some dreams, I realized, were always meant to end. The next morning, Liam’s call came through. “I forgot my stomach medication. Can you bring it to the office?” His voice was a rough, morning-hoarse whisper, his tone as natural as if nothing had happened last night. I paused for two seconds. “Okay.” When I arrived at the company, the elevator doors opened, and I ran into Genevieve walking out, carrying a rather fancy bento box. “What a coincidence?” Genevieve smiled brightly. “I’m bringing Liam lunch. Want to join us?” I didn’t answer, following her into his office. Liam was looking at documents. Seeing us enter together, his eyebrow arched subtly. “How did you two end up together?” “Ran into each other on the way,” Genevieve said, smiling as she opened the bento box. The potent, fiery scent of spicy stir-fry instantly wafted through the air. “I made your favorite spicy stir-fry!” My face paled instantly. “His stomach can’t handle anything spicy!” Liam glanced at me, then picked up his fork. “It’s fine, just for once.” He speared a piece of beef glistening with chili oil and ate it, his expression unreadable. My knuckles whitened as I clutched the stomach medication in my purse. Not long after, a fine sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead, and his fingers, gripping his pen, trembled almost imperceptibly. “Liam? Are you not feeling well?” Genevieve asked, worried. “I’m fine,” Liam forced a smile. “I have work. You two should go.” I gave him a long, deep look, silently placed the medication on his desk, and turned to leave. Walking downstairs, I couldn’t help but say, “His stomach condition is serious. Maybe be more careful when bringing him food in the future.” Genevieve suddenly laughed. “Sera, do you still not understand your place?” “To Liam, you’re just a special kind of caregiver, so you *have* to remember these things. But I’m different. He loves me, so I don’t need to be so careful.” She leaned in closer, her red lips barely an inch from my ear. “Even if I gave him poison, he’d still take it. Understand?” My fingertips trembled, my heart felt like it was being ripped from my chest. I knew Genevieve wasn’t wrong. It took me three years just to get Liam to spare me a second glance. Genevieve, however, didn’t have to do anything at all, and he’d willingly swallow poison for her. That evening, Liam returned, looking terrifyingly pale. I was in the kitchen pouring water when I heard the commotion and turned around, almost dropping the glass in my hand. “You didn’t take your medicine?” My voice was tight. “It was too bad. I had to go to the hospital to get my stomach pumped,” Liam said weakly, collapsing onto the sofa, the fringe of hair on his forehead damp with cold sweat. My hand shook, and scalding hot water splashed onto the back of my hand, instantly turning it red. Did he love Genevieve so much he’d risk a stomach pump just to eat *her* cooking? I brought him a glass of warm water, kneeling beside him to gently rub his stomach. Liam finished the water, and under my soothing touch, his furrowed brow finally relaxed. He leaned against my shoulder, half-asleep. Just like so many times before. But this time, I didn’t linger, didn’t trace the lines of his face with longing. I gently laid him back on the sofa, covered him with a blanket, and went upstairs without a backward glance.
When I woke up the next morning, Liam was already standing in the living room, sharp in a suit. “Why are there so many things missing from the house?” He frowned, looking around. I opened my mouth, about to explain, but he had already changed the subject. “Genevieve’s art exhibition is today. She invited us to go.” “I…” “She just got back to the country; she doesn’t have many friends,” Liam interrupted me. “Just think of it as doing me a favor, being there for support.” I clenched my fingers, then finally nodded. At the exhibition, Genevieve saw Liam and immediately drew close, her arm slipping possessively through his. “Liam! This is the one I wanted you to see most…” She pointed to a snow-capped mountain oil painting, her voice soft. “I painted this in Switzerland. I thought of you every single day back then…” Liam listened, his gaze fixed on the painting, his expression unreadable. In the end, he bought every single one of her paintings. Whispers immediately broke out around us. “Isn’t that Mr. Blackwood? So generous with his date.” “I heard his girlfriend took care of him for three years; he really dotes on her.” “No, that’s not the Miss Hayes from the news. That’s the one who dumped Mr. Blackwood before…” Amidst the murmurs, someone mistakenly identified Genevieve as me. Liam froze when he heard, then seemed to remember something and turned to me. “What do *you* want?” Just then, a sapphire necklace was presented on stage, gleaming with a deep-sea luminescence under the spotlights. My gaze lingered on it for an extra second, involuntarily. Liam immediately raised his paddle. “Ten million!” “This necklace has quite a story,” Genevieve suddenly interjected. “It was a token of love from a foreign king to his queen, symbolizing loyalty and undying love.” She gave me a meaningful glance. “Perfect for Miss Hayes, wouldn’t you say?” Liam’s hand paused. After the necklace was purchased and brought to him, he handed it directly to Genevieve. “This suits you better.” “Oh, I don’t know,” Genevieve feigned hesitation. “Isn’t this the one Miss Hayes admired?” “I’ll buy her something else,” Liam said, looking at me. “What do you want?” I lowered my eyes, a self-mocking curve on my lips. A gift symbolizing loyalty, deemed unfit for me, yet perfectly suited for Genevieve. The difference between being loved and not loved was suddenly, painfully clear. After the auction ended, guests began to disperse in twos and threes. While Liam was surrounded by people exchanging pleasantries, Genevieve seized the opportunity to approach me. “Sera, surely you see it now?” Genevieve whispered, her red lips twisting into a triumphant, cruel smirk. “Liam loves *me*. The more you cling, the more he’ll resent you.” I looked at her, my eyes, however, were disturbingly calm. “You’ll get your wish.” “What do you mean?” Genevieve frowned. I didn’t answer, turning to leave. “Ah—!” A sudden scream erupted behind me. I turned to see Genevieve tumbling down the stairs! “Sera!” Liam’s enraged roar filled the hall. He rushed over and shoved me away, so hard I stumbled back and hit the wall. “What did Genevieve ever do to you, that you’d treat her like this?” he demanded, his eyes terrifyingly cold. “Even if I didn’t protect you properly before, if you have a problem, come at *me*! Why drag her into it?” My back pressed against the cold wall, my voice soft yet firm. “I didn’t push her.” “Liam…” Genevieve weakly clutched his sleeve. “It was just me being clumsy… it wasn’t Miss Hayes’s fault…” “You don’t need to defend her!” Liam gave me a chilling glance, then bent down and carefully scooped Genevieve into his arms. “I’m not dealing with you. Get yourself home.” I stood there, watching Liam’s retreating back as he hurried away with Genevieve. His suit jacket was still draped over her, and he held her with such agonizing care, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. He was always like this. The moment Genevieve cried, it was always *my* fault. I felt for the plane ticket in my pocket. A flight to London in a week, carrying away all my love and pain. He wouldn’t have to feel I was a burden anymore. Because soon, this burden of a woman would simply vanish from his life, forever. The auction house was far from the villa and in a remote area. I couldn’t hail a taxi, so I had no choice but to walk back. The rain started just as I was halfway home. The cold rain drenched my hair and clothes, and my shoes filled with water. Every step felt like a thousand needles pricking my feet. By the time I finally reached the house, my feet were raw with blisters, and my entire body was burning up. I forced myself to find some medicine, quickly tended to my wounds, then drifted off into a feverish sleep. The next morning, I was woken by commotion downstairs. As soon as I went down, I saw Genevieve’s luggage piled in the living room. Liam’s voice carried from the living room, “Genevieve’s parents are out of the country; it’s not safe for her to be alone, so she’ll stay here for a few days. And you, keep your schemes to yourself.” I gripped the banister, my face pale, as I walked down the stairs. “I won’t.” I wouldn’t play any more games. And I wouldn’t love him anymore. During Genevieve’s stay, I saw a completely different Liam. He’d remember Genevieve disliked cilantro, and he’d even swap out a dish I hated if I so much as frowned. On stormy nights, he’d be the first to comfort a frightened Genevieve. The study, once strictly off-limits to me, was now Genevieve’s to wander in and out of as she pleased. I finally understood. This was how Liam loved someone. I thought back to the past few years, when I used to secretly rejoice that he’d curb his self-destructive urges during his mood spirals just because I was there. I’d foolishly thought it was proof he was starting to like me. How utterly ridiculous. One day, as I passed the study, my peripheral vision caught Genevieve playing with something. I stopped, peering through the half-open door.
In Genevieve’s hand was Liam’s precious, creamy white jade pendant, the one his grandmother had left him! The pendant teetered precariously in her fingers, almost slipping several times. My heart hammered in my chest. I rushed in, snatching the pendant from her hand. “What are you doing? This is Liam’s grandmother’s relic, how can you just…” “What business is it of yours?” Genevieve snapped, snatching it back. Seeing how tense I was, a cruel smirk suddenly curved her lips. “Oh, you care that much? Then…” She deliberately let go. *Shatter—* The pendant hit the marble with a sickening crack, shattering into two pieces. My heart almost stopped beating. That was Liam’s most cherished heirloom, given to him on his grandmother’s deathbed! “What’s going on?” Liam’s voice came from the doorway. I looked up to see him standing there, his face grim, staring at the fragments on the floor. “Miss Hayes broke it,” Genevieve quickly interjected, her voice laced with feigned hurt. “I just picked it up to look at it, and she rushed over to grab it…” Liam’s eyes turned to ice. “How dare you…” “There’s a security camera in the study,” I interrupted him softly, my voice trembling slightly. “You can check it. See what really happened.” The air instantly froze. Genevieve’s face shifted, and she grudgingly changed her story. “I’m so sorry, Liam. It was… I accidentally broke it… Was it very important to you? I can just buy you another one, exactly the same.” To my surprise, Liam’s anger instantly evaporated. He strode quickly to Genevieve’s side, taking her hand. “Are you hurt?” I stood rooted to the spot, watching Liam carefully examine Genevieve’s fingers, a hollow ache spreading through my chest as if a piece had been carved out. No one knew better than I the significance of that pendant to Liam. Three years ago, when Mrs. Blackwood accidentally misplaced it, Liam had just undergone major leg surgery. He’d dragged his injured body through a snowstorm for three hours, searching for it. When he returned, he had a furious argument with his mother, then locked himself in his room, smashing things. It was I who braved the heavy snow, searching inch by inch in the yard, my fingers numb with cold, until I finally found the pendant at dawn. And now, the pendant was deliberately broken by Genevieve, and all he cared about was whether *she* was hurt. I laughed, a self-mocking sound. He loved Genevieve to such an extent. And I, how incredibly naive I was, to ever think Liam would marry me once he recovered. Countless nights, I’d watched over him, seen him suffer through grueling physical therapy, and secretly promised myself I’d stay with him forever. Even in his darkest, most self-destructive moments, I wrote in my diary, a silly, naive wish: “I’ll marry him the day he walks again.” Now, I realized I was a complete and utter joke. Thankfully, I was finally awake. My unappreciated devotion? I would never offer it again. After that day, I barely left my room. Until, during dinner one evening, Genevieve suddenly clutched her stomach, cried out in pain, and crumpled, pale-faced, into Liam’s arms. “What’s wrong?” Liam panicked, immediately calling his private doctor. After an examination, the doctor’s face was grim. “It’s poisoning,” he stated flatly. The entire villa was thrown into chaos. The house staff stood rigid with fear, and the butler immediately began grilling the kitchen for details about dinner prep. “I… I saw it…” a young maid spoke up, her voice trembling. “I saw Miss Hayes put something in the soup…” Liam’s gaze instantly turned to ice. He strode over to me, grabbing my wrist, his grip so fierce it felt like my bones would shatter. “Just because of that jade pendant, you’d try to kill Genevieve? Sera, what has gotten into you?” I looked up at him, my voice very quiet. “I didn’t.” “Still trying to deny it?” Liam’s eyes were cold and sharp. He turned to the maid. “Bring the rest of the soup.” My pupils constricted. “What are you doing?” “To teach you a lesson,” Liam squeezed my chin, his voice chilling. “So you’ll know what to do and what not to do from now on.” The maid brought the remaining soup, and at Liam’s command, forced the bitter liquid down my throat. I fought with all my might, but two burly bodyguards held me fast. The warm soup was forcibly poured down my throat, making me cough violently. The poison took effect almost immediately. I collapsed to my knees in agony, cold sweat instantly soaking my back. I curled into a ball, my nails digging deep into my palms, yet I stubbornly repeated, “I didn’t poison her…” Liam didn’t even spare me a glance. He stayed by Genevieve’s bedside the entire time, carefully feeding her water, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead with a damp cloth, his eyes dripping with tenderness. “Liam…” Genevieve weakly gripped his hand. “Miss Hayes…” “Don’t defend her,” Liam murmured, soothing her. “Just rest.” My vision blurred, my mind growing hazy from the intense pain. The last thing I remembered was being roughly loaded onto an ambulance. I lay in the hospital all night. Not a single soul came to visit me. When I returned to the villa the next day, the entire house was empty. My phone vibrated. It was a photo from Genevieve. Under a clear blue sky, Liam had his arm wrapped around Genevieve’s waist, both of them beaming at the camera. The caption read: `Someone brought me to the beach to clear my head. Says I needed to relax after such a fright~` I quietly locked my screen and began packing my suitcase. As I zipped up my luggage, I suddenly realized how few of my things there were in the place I’d called home for three years. A single 24-inch suitcase held every trace of my life here. I had never truly belonged here. Just as I had never truly entered his heart. “Have you learned your lesson?” Liam’s voice suddenly came from behind me. I turned to see him standing sharply dressed in a suit at the doorway, his brow furrowed, his gaze scrutinizing me. “Yes,” I said softly. My mistake was in loving you. My mistake was in stubbornly staying by your side for so many years. Liam’s expression softened slightly. “Good. Get dressed. We’re going to a party.” “A party?” I was slightly startled. “You don’t remember it’s my birthday today?” Liam’s frown deepened, a hint of disbelief in his tone, as if my forgetting was utterly incomprehensible. Only then did it dimly occur to me. Yes, it was his birthday. In previous years, I would have already prepared a cake, carefully chosen a gift, even decorated everything myself. I would remember his favorite flavors, the decorations he disliked, his wish every year. But now, I had forgotten. “You go ahead,” I said softly, my voice barely audible. “I’ll get changed and ready with a gift, then I’ll be right there.” “Liam!” Genevieve’s voice floated up from downstairs, laced with a hint of a whine. “Everyone’s waiting for you!” Liam nodded, giving me one last look. “Don’t be long.” With that, he turned and left, his footsteps fading into the distance. I stood there, watching his back disappear down the hallway, a self-mocking curve on my lips. Liam, this time, My birthday gift to you, is my permanent disappearance from your world. To let you and Genevieve have your deeply intertwined love, and to finally set myself free. I picked up my already packed suitcase, gave one last look around the place I’d lived for three years, then walked out without a backward glance. The airport buzzed with people. I stood before the boarding gate, pulled out my phone, and sent Liam one last message: `Liam Blackwood, I’m leaving. May your love for Genevieve be deep and unwavering, and may you grow old together.` Then, I turned off my phone and headed towards the boarding gate. Three years of foolish devotion, and now, finally, awake. Our paths diverge, never to cross again.
Meanwhile, in Metropolis’s most luxurious hotel. As one of the wealthiest families in Metropolis, the birthday celebration for Liam Blackwood, heir to the Blackwood Corporation, naturally attracted considerable attention. Guests were the most influential figures in high society. But the man at the center of attention seemed rather distracted. Liam’s friends also noticed his odd behavior. “Hey, that’s weird. Where’s Sera? Did she forget?” “No way! When have you ever known Sera to forget anything about Liam?” “True. But the party’s almost halfway over. This is the first time Sera’s ever been so late…” They exchanged glances, then all eyes turned to Liam. Seeing his mind was clearly miles away, Jason Miller couldn’t hold back any longer. He tentatively spoke, “Liam, maybe you should give Sera another call?” “No, she’s just getting a gift ready,” Liam instinctively shook his head, refusing. Hearing him, the others still felt something was off, but said nothing more. Perhaps they were just overthinking. Just then, the party reached the gift-giving segment. Jason and the other friends presented their gifts, and it was soon Genevieve’s turn. Although Jason and the others still harbored resentment towards Genevieve for abandoning Liam years ago, it was Liam’s birthday party, so they ultimately remained silent. Until she, flushed with bashfulness, presented her handmade gift with both hands. “Liam, this is for you…” But before her words were finished, Liam glanced at his phone, his face suddenly changing. Before everyone’s eyes, he shoved Genevieve aside and sprinted out. “Ah!” Completely unprepared, Genevieve stumbled and fell to the floor, the sharp pain bringing tears to her eyes. She instinctively wanted to call out to Liam, but Liam, who had always prioritized her, didn’t even spare her a glance this time, running straight out of the banquet hall. For a moment, everyone exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what had just happened. Jason and the others were also caught off guard by the sudden turn of events. Someone remembered Sera, who had yet to appear, and his face paled. “Could something have happened to Sera?” At that, the friends grew anxious and quickly rushed out after him, leaving Genevieve alone, sprawled on the floor, clenching her teeth in fury when she heard their last words. When Liam sped back to the villa, it was already deserted. Still unwilling to give up, he went straight upstairs, searching every possible place, but found nothing. Not only was I gone, but all my belongings had vanished too. He stood bewildered in the empty room, staring at the message that had arrived on his phone a short while ago, and the number saved under my name. After a long moment, as if suddenly remembering something, he dialed the number. He didn’t even realize his hand was trembling uncontrollably as he dialed. The busy tone rang in his ear, churning his insides into a tangled mess. But I didn’t answer. When the call automatically disconnected, the doorbell rang. He didn’t know how he made it downstairs to open the door. Seeing Jason and the others standing outside, looking worried, he still felt a sense of unreality. “Liam, why are you suddenly back? Did something happen to Sera?” He forcefully ignored the strange pang of bitterness in his heart, opened his mouth, and after a long silence, replied in a hoarse voice, “Sera said… she left.” “Left? Left for where?” Jason froze, the worry on his face instantly replaced by bewilderment. The shock on the others’ faces was equally obvious. No one had ever considered the possibility of me leaving. Over the years, they had witnessed Liam’s rise and fall after that accident, and they had seen people come and go from his life. Even they hadn’t had the courage to stay by his side when he was so temperamental and unpredictable. From beginning to end, it had only been me. I came to him in his most desperate and vulnerable state, giving him boundless patience and tolerance. No matter how he lashed out or pushed me away, I never once thought of leaving. So why would I suddenly… Just then, his phone rang again. Almost instinctively, Liam answered it first. “Sera? Where are you…” But before he could finish, Genevieve’s voice came through. “Liam, I twisted my ankle. Can you take me to the hospital?” If it had been before, Liam would have rushed over immediately. But perhaps it was my sudden departure that had rattled him, because he instinctively refused. “I’m busy right now. Find someone else.” At his words, even Jason and the others looked at him in surprise. However, seeing him distance himself from Genevieve, they were naturally pleased. Genevieve hadn’t expected him to refuse so bluntly. She bit her lip, her face stiff and grim, yet she forced herself to appear understanding, her voice thick with disappointment. “Okay. Did something happen with Miss Hayes? Is that why you were in such a hurry just now?” Liam then remembered that he seemed to have pushed something over in his haste. After a moment of hesitation, he finally spoke. “Wait, I’ll be right there.” He hung up and turned to head back to the banquet hall, leaving his friends to exchange glances. At the hospital. “Just a minor bump. Apply some cream, and rest for a few days.” After reviewing Genevieve’s examination report, the doctor handed the results back to Liam. Knowing that Genevieve was fine, he finally relaxed.
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