章)"Why? Nicholas, at least give me a reason!" Elena hissed in desperation.
How could he do this to her?
Nicholass words cut like ice: "Because you deserve to die. Elena, if you hadnt faked the donation, my mother wouldnt have died! Throughout all the year, there hasnt been a single day when I havent wanted to kill you!"
"I have told you hundreds of times. I didnt..."
"Beep-beep." Nicholas hung up.
Nicholas wont even listen to her explanation.
Elena cries out in despair.
More than a year ago, Nicholass mother was seriously ill and required a kidney transplant. Elena volunteered to donate, and in return, his mother made Nicholas promise to marry Elena and never initiate a divorce.
But what Elena never expected was that Nicholass mothers surgery had failed, and the doctor said that she didnt donate that kidney at all, but rather part of an organ fraud incident.
However, Elenas report showed that she did not have a missing kidney. However, it was evident that she had entered the operating room and received anesthesia.
What happened in that hospital was something she still couldnt figure out.
She only knows that after that, Nicholass attitude towards her is chill to the core. No matter how hard Elena explained it, he didnt believe it.
Elena cries until she passes out.
She launches into a severe fever, her body aching, and the wounds are even worse, as if she were going to die.
She instinctively wants to go to the hospital for help, but the high fever and severe pain prevent her from getting out of bed. She lies there, desperate to endure everything.
After a long time, she musters up a bit of energy and calls her agent, Amelia, desperately hoping that she will take her to the hospital and save her life.
Instead, Amelia said, "Dont ever call me again, and youre no longer an actress for our company."
Elena is stunned, "What did you say?"
"Were no longer under contract, and its not our concern whether you live or die in the future," Amelia said it was like a robot.
"You cant do this!" Elena has already fallen to the bottom. If her agent doesnt help her, she will really have to wait here to die. "We signed a three-year contract! How could you violate the contract like that?"
Amelia let out a sweet sound and said, "Oh, you reminded me. In light of the release of your sex tape, which has severely damaged our companys reputation, and the movie Gone Love, which has also suffered significant losses, we will be taking legal action against you to seek compensation. Please be prepared, as you will receive a summons from the court in the coming days. Ive estimated a compensation amount for you of fifty million dollars. Get the money ready, or youll have to go to jail."
Amelia finished and hung up without hesitation.
It just doesnt make sense!
She is also a victim of it!
Elena still wanted to argue, so she dialed again, only to find that she had been blocked.
She slams the phone onto the ground in a fit of rage and collapses helplessly on the edge of the bed, weeping in despair.
Everyone on the planet is urging her to die.
Paparazzi, fans, her agent, and Nicholas—everyone wants her to die.
The fever makes her dizzy, and the bruises and cuts all over her body flare up, with the pain throbbing into the cracks of her bones and gnawing at them.
No one would come to her rescue. She would simply become ill and perish in this cheap hotel room.
It hurts like hell...
Elena wraps her arms around herself.
Even if she pulls through and survives, there will still be $50 million waiting for her to pay.
Fifty million dollars... Now, she is penniless. Where did she get so much money?
Shed be better off dead...
The thought, once it escaped her mind, raced through her like wildfire. The pain weakens her resolve, and she wastes no time stepping into the bathroom, filling the tub with hot water, and immersing herself in it. Elena gazes at her slender wrist and, in her other hand, squeezes a razor blade tightly.
One slice, and all her troubles will go away.
Fingers trembling, Nicholass voice echoes in Elenas mind: "Why are you still alive?"
Okay, Nicholas, Ill let you have it.
Ill kill myself!
She presses the blade against her slender, bruise-covered wrist and slices it down so hard that crimson blood gushes out and drips into the tub, blending with the water like dissolving rose petals.