Who it is has nothing to do with you.” After that cold reply, Gavin hung up.
It was getting dark outside. The holiday season was over, and Liono City had gone quiet again. The festive buzz had faded, leaving behind that familiar post–holiday emptiness.
Westbury felt even deader. The whole house was so still and cold it felt almost like a tomb.
Skyla’s mind kept circling around the things Gavin had said. The more she thought about them, the more jumbled everything became. It took her a while to sort through it.
So she had been right.
All this time, Chris had only cared about the blood in her body, or something connected to it.
And now that he had found someone better, she had become disposable.
At that thought, Skyla went numb. Her whole body turned stiff and cold. She stared blankly at the dark screen of her phone, then called Gavin again.
No answer.
With a cry of fury, Skyla hurled the phone to the floor.
Then she covered her face with both hands and started to cry.
Why had it turned out like this?
She had only wanted Chris to care about her. If he had shown her even a little concern, she would have been satisfied.
Just then, she heard a car engine outside the courtyard.
It had to be Chris.
Skyla dropped her hands at once. Her tear–filled eyes lit up. Smiling through her tears, she pressed the control button on her wheelchair.
When it still felt too slow, she urged the caregiver, “Hurry. Take me outside.”
But at the gate, her bodyguards stopped the car.
They blocked the plate, but Skyla only needed one look at the vehicle to know it wasn’t Chris’s.
It wasn’t him.
“It’s not him,” she murmured.
Victor opened the car door and stepped out. The disappointment on Skyla’s face was obvious. He gave a cold snort
and walked inside.
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