I Stopped Fighting for Love, and Love Finally Fought for Me novel Chapter 7

In the hospital room.

Willow played yesterday's recording.

Every word felt like a knife stabbing into her, making her curl in on herself from the pain.

Just then, a notification popped up at the top of her screen.

It was a name she had once pinned to the top of her list, but now it looked sickeningly glaring: Julian.

She immediately locked the recording along with another encrypted file.

She opened the message.

[Dr. Chen told me you recovered your sight days ago. Why didn't you tell me?]

[Quinn's test results are back. She has a hairline fracture and needs bed rest for half a month. You know her temper; she's never suffered this kind of grievance. Come over right now and apologize to her face-to-face. I'll convince her not to blow this out of proportion.]

Looking at the screen, Willow felt a surge of pain so extreme it almost morphed into something absurdly hilarious.

She slowly typed: [Is that so? Guess she can't take a beating as well as I can.]

He replied almost instantly: [Willow! Stop throwing a tantrum. I'll explain things between me and her later, but you need to apologize first! I can figure out a way to suppress this so it doesn't go to the police.]

Apologize?

Willow's lips twitched.

She asked: [Has she ever apologized for what she did to me all these years? When she tried to run me over and kill me, why didn't you think about sending her to the police?]

The screen showed "Typing..." for a long time before he finally sent: [This is different. She is Quinn Langley. She belongs to the Langley family, and you know their background. If this blows up, it won't do you any good.]

Oh.

So that was how it worked.

It wasn't about right or wrong, but simply about the strong and the weak.

Just because she was Quinn Langley, the heiress to a powerful family, her cruelty could be indulged and easily brushed aside as "already punished."

And because Willow came from a normal background, she was expected to endure everything, to the point where even fighting back was considered a crime.

Slowly, word by word, she typed: [I will not apologize. Never.]

[Do you really want to end up behind bars the moment you get your sight back?]

[Go ahead, send me. I'll just send yesterday's video to all the media outlets in the city so everyone can hear how this perfect match made in heaven uses someone else's eyes and life as a bet for their twisted romance.]

[You recorded it?]

Willow didn't reply.