Chapter 3

***CUTOFF POINT***

"Do you have anything to say?" Julian asked, his voice chilling.

I opened my mouth, my dry throat struggling to form two words: "No, nothing."

"Good." Julian released me, his icy gaze lingering for a moment before he turned and left.

I heard Chloe gasp. I turned my head slightly, and she immediately looked away.

I went upstairs to my room, standing at the doorway of the huge bedroom in silence. Then I went into the walk-in closet and started packing.

There weren't many things that were truly mine. Everything I used here, Julian had bought.

He didn't even have to buy them himself. Every day, deliveries arrived—clothes, shoes, jewelry. Just the title of "Mrs. Davies" made major brands clamor to send things over.

I packed the few things I had brought with me into my suitcase. It was pathetically little, leaving half the suitcase empty.

I sat on the couch, staring blankly at the suitcase.

I knew I'd stirred up trouble. Maybe I should call my dad and tell him I probably wouldn't be able to help our family company out of its difficulties.

Mom and Dad would be so upset, so heartbroken.

I don't know how much time passed, but then I heard Mrs. Davies' gentle voice from outside.

"Amy!"

I quickly went out.

When Mrs. Davies saw me, she immediately came over, took my hand, and asked with concern, "What happened? You aborted the baby?"

I hadn't expected Julian to act so fast.

"Mom, I'm sorry."

Mrs. Davies' brows drew together. "How could this happen? Amy, why? Why didn't you say anything about something so big? You went to the hospital by yourself? Don't you know any surgery has risks? What if something happened to you, how would I explain it to your parents?"

"Mom, I'm sorry."

Besides that, I didn't know what else to say.

Mrs. Davies sighed, pulling me back into the room. "You need to lie down right away. This is a critical time for your recovery. You must take care of yourself properly, or it could cause problems later. Stay home for the next couple of weeks; I'll have the chef prepare nourishing meals."

Mrs. Davies' attitude toward me hadn't changed at all. She even wanted me to stay and recover.

I was a little surprised and hesitated before asking, "Mom, what did Julian say?"

"He didn't answer my calls. I haven't even seen him yet." Mrs. Davies sighed repeatedly. "Is something wrong between you two? It's only been a month since you got married..."

"Mom, Julian didn't tell you?"

Mrs. Davies paused. "Chloe told me."

So that's how it was.

I was even more confused about Julian's attitude.

"Amy, tell me, is something wrong between you and Julian? Is it him..." Mrs. Davies sighed again at that point. "He likes to play around, I thought he'd settle down after marriage, that scoundrel! Amy, don't worry, I'll teach him a lesson for you. You just focus on recovering, don't overthink anything."

I nodded. "Okay, thank you, Mom."

Mrs. Davies stayed with me until dark. She called Julian, urging him to come home, then left after hanging up.

Before she left, she told me not to get angry, not to argue with Julian, and to call her if anything happened.

Mrs. Davies must have been very sad too.

But I couldn't have the baby just because she was kind to me, because I was grateful to her.

A knock sounded at the door. Before I could speak, Chloe came in, carrying a tray.

"This is chicken soup. Have some. I'll leave it here for you."

I didn't say anything.

Chloe placed the chicken soup on the nightstand, glanced at me, pursed her lips, and left.

From the day I arrived here, I knew Chloe didn't like me, even looked down on me.

I didn't care. Ultimately, she was just an outsider.

All I cared about was Julian's attitude towards me, but now, I should let go of that obsession.

Some things aren't mine. No matter how hard I try, I'll never get them.

So, I'll let go. Let go of Julian, and let go of myself.