5
Joanne stumbled his way into Civic Hospital.
He finally understood, finally grasped that the phone call was not some performance I had arranged.
But didn’t he want me dead?
Who was he doing this for?
“Nurse! There was an earthquake today. Can you tell me about the woman who was brought in?”
“She’s not Yuri, right?!”
He clutched the nurse’s uniform like a madman. Startled, the nurse took a moment before replying, “Sir, are you a family member of Yuri?”
“Yuri’s body has already been taken away by her parents after they signed the papers.” The nurse flipped through her notebook, her voice tinged with regret.
“Alas, two lives lost for one corpse–what a tragedy,” she murmured. “Her back was crushed by the rocks, and her heart was pierced by a sha
stone.”
“There was a significant hole in her head.”
“But she was so strong; she held on for a long time. If she had been sent to the hospital even just three minutes earlier, she might have
survived, another nurse added.
Hearing this, Joanne suddenly collapsed to the ground.
His face went pale, his lips trembling as he struggled to speak. I wanted to ask him if he regretted it.
I didn’t dare hope he would regret pushing me against the beam to save Chloe.
I just wanted to know if he regretted sending me to my death with his own hands when I begged him for help.
I could have lived.
That night, it rained heavily.
Joanne found my parents and pleaded with them to let him see me one last time.
My parents had him beaten and thrown out.
I thought he would leave, but instead, he knelt in the rain all night.
Pretending to be affectionate is revolting.
Joanne, I will never forgive you.
I will always remember that it was you who sent me to my death!
