The Girl They Ignored Returned as the Woman Seven Men Would Die For novel Chapter 112

Whether he was the famous author The Seventh Day or lived in a hoarding nightmare, none of that mattered right now.

The only thing that truly mattered was the sleeping pills. He absolutely could not let Mrs. Remington find out.

Mika had grabbed him right by the throat.

"Is it fun for you, bullying a disabled man?" Julian looked up tiredly, the light completely gone from his eyes.

Playing the disability card proved just how utterly out of options he really was.

"Oh, it's a blast."

Mika smirked in amusement, brazenly tossing the pill bottle in the air and catching it.

"I've never successfully blackmailed anyone before. And doing it to my absolute idol? It's downright thrilling."

Julian: "..."

He was so tired. He just wanted to die.

This woman was an absolute psycho.

"Lady, I'm begging you..."

He wiped a hand down his face, letting out a heavy, defeated sigh. "Right now, let alone write a book, I barely want to breathe. Can you please just let me off the hook?"

Mika watched his utter exhaustion, a flicker of hesitation crossing her eyes.

She knew he struggled with severe suicidal ideation, but in the original plot, it didn't fully trigger until much later, after he met Seraphina.

In the storyline, a misunderstanding involving her and another male lead had pushed him to the absolute brink, making him lose all will to live.

In the book, he swallowed a massive dose of pills and flatlined with zero desire to survive. It was only Seraphina whispering at his bedside that ultimately brought him back.

Mika hadn't expected his suicidal tendencies to manifest this early.

After a moment of thought, a glint of interest sparked in Mika's eyes.

She crouched down, placing one hand casually on the armrest of his wheelchair, offering him a sweet, wickedly awful smile.

"What a shame. I don't want to let you off the hook."

A sticky note was slapped onto the wood, clearly detailing the new categorization system so he wouldn't struggle to find a specific title.

Julian's hands hovered over his armrests, his fingertips trembling slightly. The impenetrable shell encasing his heart seemed to give way, cracking ever so slightly.

Mika really had done an incredible job.

It was so spotless and immaculate, exactly how his apartment used to look before the accident. It violently dragged up memories of a time when he could still maintain his dignity.

The perfection felt like a brutal mirror, violently reflecting his current pathetic existence, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"Well? Completely unrecognizable, right?"

Mika emerged from his room carrying a massive pile of dirty laundry, leaning lazily against the doorframe with a grin.

A light sheen of sweat dotted her forehead, a few loose strands of hair clung to her cheeks, and her glasses had slid down her nose, framing those cunning, beautiful eyes perfectly.

Julian didn't look back. He kept his eyes glued to the pristine floor, his voice raspy and dripping with defensive stubbornness.

"It's alright, I guess."