Chapter 6

I hadn't expected them to bring me to Julian's hospital.

"Let me see the report results."

A familiar voice sounded from above me.

Julian burst in like a whirlwind, thin sweat beading on his forehead.

He looked like he had just rushed back from somewhere.

The other doctor patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, Dr. Hayes, she's fine."

Before the System's programmed death date.

No instrument could detect any issues with my body.

Julian meticulously reviewed every paper report.

When he looked up again, his eyes held a unfamiliar, sharp intensity.

"No external or internal injuries. What kind of car accident is this?"

"Audrey, what kind of drama are you trying to pull, missing appointments like this, twice?"

I clasped my hands together. "A car accident, actually. Oh, and it was your new wife who hit me and then fled the scene."

He immediately frowned and retorted, without thinking.

"That's impossible. Scarlett is very innocent, she wouldn't do something like that."

"So you're saying I'm not innocent, and I'm lying?"

We both froze then.

A flicker of awkwardness crossed his eyes.

Because he, too, realized he trusted Scarlett more than he trusted me.

In my mind, I asked the System, "Will she be caught?"

The System replied unequivocally, "Yes, this is a society with laws."

Oh, good, then I felt relieved.

Let her "innocence" be judged by the law.

If it weren't for the System protecting me, that massive impact would have killed me instantly.

She was a hit-and-run driver.

I raised my hand to check the time. "Julian, let's go. To the divorce court. Now."

"Otherwise, I'm running out of time."

He shoved his hands into his pockets, his tone flat. "What do you mean, running out of time?"

"I'm dying." Three days from now, at 4 PM.

I had once asked the System, "Is there anything special about that time?"

"Ten years ago, at 4 PM, was when you two first met."

Ah, a full circle.

Julian looked out the window indifferently, his tone a bit impatient.

"Audrey, you should really see a therapist."

I laughed in exasperation, "Julian, you're the one who's sick, wanting both... you cheat."

I turned to leave, but he gripped my wrist.

"Haven't you been eating well lately? You've lost weight."

"None of your business."

"Eat first, Audrey."

I was about to refuse when his phone vibrated.

I saw Scarlett Reid's name on the screen.

Julian subconsciously let go of my hand.

She was sobbing on the phone, saying she had a nightmare and was scared.

Julian softly comforted her for a few moments.

He glanced at me, then told her, "Yes, I'll be back soon."

When he hung up, a flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes.

"Audrey, you go eat first..."

I sneered inwardly. A nightmare? Or was it fear and guilt because she'd hit someone?

Good.

Julian, by choosing her again, missed our last meal together.

Would he regret it later, when he remembered?