Chapter 4

When Roman saw that coat, he was a bit moved and ordered the housekeeper, Lisa, to take it to the dry cleaner.

But I directly threw the coat into the trash can. Along with it, I also threw away the photos of Roman and me taken over the years.

I didn't want to have any relationship with him anymore.

He stared at me and said, "Laura is kind and adopted Tom. If you make her sad, I will not let you off."

It seemed that he had completely forgotten that I was afraid of dogs.

Probably because Roman had told the servants, none of them helped me move my things.

I endured the pain in my wrist and packed until the evening before I cleared away all the things related to Roman.

This was the first time I had lived here in three years. After he became a vegetative person, I almost lived in the hospital.

At first, there were still people visiting him, but later, the White family gave up on him. Most of the time, there were only he and I in the ward.

I had just fallen asleep in a daze until dawn, when I was awakened by cold water.

Roman looked down at me and said, "Megan, you're getting lazier and lazier. You're no longer my wife, but you still dare to sleep in."

Feeling a headache, I nodded slightly to show that I understood.

I wiped the water stains off my face and got up to change my clothes.

The servants in the villa were busy going about their business. Lisa glanced at me and ordered me to clean the piano.

Then, I realized that today was Laura's birthday.

My fingers glided over the piano keys, and beautiful music sounded.

Roman once said that my hands were born for playing the piano, but now they were used to cleaning it.

I gave a self-deprecating smile, thinking that love words were only sincere at the moment they were spoken.

After a while, I received a message from Walter: [Ten o'clock tomorrow morning.]

I quickly replied to him and forwarded the message to Quinn.

Just thinking that I would be able to speak in the future made me feel much better.

I thought that this banquet had nothing to do with me, but I didn't expect Roman to pull me into the dressing room. I was flattered and took the dress.

He said impatiently, "Put it on. If you don't attend the banquet, everyone will blame Laura."

It turned out that he was just afraid of others gossiping about Laura. I touched the large stains on the dress and had already become numb.

I remembered the post she sent an hour ago: [It doesn't matter if I get the dress dirty. Roman will prepare two dresses for me.]

Laura stood beside the cake like an elegant princess, while I was like a clown for others to make fun of.

I tried my best to lower my presence and sat down in the corner, but I still heard the whispers.

"What's on her clothes? It's so disgusting!"

"She's shameless, stealing her cousin's fiancé."

"I heard that she's a mute."

The mocking voices kept coming. I clenched the hem of my dress tightly.

Laura sat down beside the piano. The light focused on her, and everyone's eyes were drawn to her.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly. She exclaimed, "It hurts! Why are there pieces of a dagger in the piano?"

Lisa pointed at me in the corner and said, "Only Ms. Cox has touched the piano!"

Roman glared at me furiously, roughly pulled me in front of the piano, and pressed my hands on the piano keys. The pain made me almost unable to breathe.

"Megan, this is the price you pay for doing something wrong." After he said that, ignoring my bleeding hands, he picked up Laura and walked towards the door.

I saw Laura give me a triumphant smile.

Later, the ambulance took me to the hospital. But all the doctors in the hospital were called to give Laura a consultation.

Before I fainted from excessive blood loss, I heard a nurse shout angrily, "If her hands don't receive timely treatment, she will be permanently disabled!"

I shed tears and wished that I had never met Roman.

The doctor thought Roman looked somewhat familiar and took the initiative to greet him, "How is your wife? She took care of you for three years, and now she's finally getting something in return."

Free Point

Roman frowned, wanting to figure out what the doctor meant.

Laura pretended to shed tears and cried out in pain, "Roman, my hand hurts so much. Will I never be able to play the piano again?"