Chapter 134
Irvin grew worried when I suddenly began throwing up.
“What’s wrong? Is it something you ate?” he asked in a panic as he approached me.
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He wanted to pat my back. However, the closer he got, the more nauseated I felt. This only made me want to vomit even more.
I couldn’t speak, so all I could do was wave my hand, signaling him to stay away.
The room was very warm despite the cold weather outside. As such I was only wearing a thin silk nightgown. The sleeve of my nightgown slid up when I waved my arm, exposing my scar.
Irvin was about to say something. However, he froze when he saw my scar.
He grabbed my wrist forcefully..
“Why do you have a scar on your arm?” he demanded. “When did you get it? Why didn’t you tell me about it?”
He knew I feared getting injured and that I couldn’t handle pain. Yet, I had such a large scar.
He couldn’t imagine how much pain I must have been in. He also didn’t understand why I had kept it from him.
As he spoke, he thought of pushing the sleeve up higher to get a closer look at the scar. His expression was a mixture of concern, anxiety, and pain.
It reminded me of something I had written in my journal. I once had a small cut on my hand. Despite how trivial it was, he had been pained and close to tears.
I suddenly found this scenario ridiculous. It was utterly absurd. So much so that I couldn’t stop myself from bursting into laughter.
When the hospital had urgently called to inform him I had fallen from a high cliff, he didn’t believe I was injured. More than half of the bones in my body had been broken. I had been bedridden for over two months before I was able to move again.
He had seen with his own eyes that I couldn’t even lift a glass of water. Yet, he still believed I wasn’t injured.
I had a genuine medical record. He had also seen the doctor in person. And still, he refused to believe.
I absolutely hated going to the hospital. And yet, I had stayed in one for more than three months. Despite this, he stupidly thought I was faking it.
And now, he was asking me why I hadn’t told him I had been injured.
How could he be so ridiculous?
Irvin was anxious and still had more to say. However, he was stunned by my sudden laughter. He was also confused and didn’t know what had come over me.
One moment, I was violently puking; the next, I was laughing like a lunatic.
He had asked me how I had been injured, which clearly wasn’t a laughing matter.
“What’s wrong with you, Emi…” he asked, then trailed off.
His expression was still a mixture of anxiety, worry, and concern. Seeing this made me want to laugh even more. And the more I laughed, the harder it was for me to stop.
I didn’t know why.
I had lost all memory of him. I had forgotten the love I once had for him. As such, I no longer felt anything for him.
And yet, I pitied him. He was pathetic, and so was my past self.
Chapter 134
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