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Just as I expected.
He was here to accuse me.
“Nora, Lucas and Cassidy are engaged. Stop clinging to your ridiculous fantasies!”
“I’m not!”
For the first time since I came back, I raised my voice to defend myself.
“Then why are you here?” Sean said, his expression dripping with smug certainty, as though he could see through me completely.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning!”
“I don’t know how you found out they’d be at this hospital today, but let me warn you–next month is their wedding. If anything happens to Cassidy again, you won’t get off so easily!”
His chest heaved with anger, as though I were some unforgivable criminal.
But what had I done wrong?
Was it a crime to fall in love with Lucas Hart?
I had already promised to stay away from him. What more did they want from me?
I’d said it a thousand times–Cassidy’s accident had nothing to do with me.
No one believed me.
Everyone thought I was the one who hurt her.
My hands clenched around the crumpled medical report.
The sharp edges of the folded paper pressed into my palm like needles, cutting into my skin.
Would they only be happy if I died?
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When I didn’t respond, Sean assumed I was still holding onto some foolish hope.
His accusations turned even nastier.
“Nora, are you seriously this pathetic? Why Lucas? Of all the men in the world, why him? Are you that desperate?”
“Enough!” I shouted, my breath uneven. “I already told you, I won’t bother him anymore. I meant it!”
“You’d better not, he sneered. Then his gaze shifted to the crumpled paper in
my hand.
“What’s this?”
Before I could stop him, he grabbed the report from me with ease.
But the next second, he glanced at it briefly and tossed it straight into the trash can by the side of the road.
“It’s just a fever. You’re not dying or anything. Stop being so dramatic.”
I stared at him, trembling with rage.
“Sean, I honestly wish you were dead.”
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My face turned pale with anger, and my fingers started to tremble uncontrollably.
For a moment, Sean seemed startled by my reaction, his expression shifting to one of brief hesitation.
I didn’t want to argue with him any longer.
Before he could finish his sentence, I pushed open the car door and stepped out.
“I’ll walk home on my own. Wouldn’t want to risk dirtying your precious car again.”
He said something else, but I didn’t care to listen.
I pressed my hands tightly over my ears, blocking out his voice entirely.
The road ahead felt endless, so I started running.
I ran as fast as I could, as far as I could, desperate to escape the sound of his cruel words.
At the bus stop, I collapsed onto the bench.
I sat there for what felt like hours, staring at nothing.
By the time I finally made it home, the sky had already darkened.
