Chapter 106



Ethan stormed into the hospital room, his expression thunderous upon seeing Kallie crumpled on the floor.

Ethan had sensed something amiss and had scoured the neighborhood’s surveillance footage. It was challenging, but he finally traced the menacing group who had whisked Kallie away to the hospital.

However, he arrived too late.

Amara, stricken with shock and rage, pointed at Ethan, her words laced with fury. “How dare you come here? You and this woman are responsible for what’s happened to my daughter. She will suffer just as my daughter has.”

Ethan bent down, lifted Kallie gently, his voice icy. “The question of our guilt and the consequences we should face will be determined by the police, not by you. I’ve already involved the police on my way here. What you’re doing now is against the law. If you have something to say, save it for the police.”

Amara and Willard paled at his words.

Ethan had just taken a few steps away, cradling Kallie, when he ran into Jake in the hallway.

Jake arrived, flanked by a large group that filled the corridor, his face devoid of emotion as he stared at Ethan like he was dead meat.

Jake ordered, “Put her down and get out. This is a matter for the Reeves and Miller families. You shouldn’t be involved.”

Ethan’s laugh was sharp and mocking. “Really? Did you know the Millers almost killed Kallie today? And where were you? Off with your beloved Sarah, I bet. To you, Kallie is always an afterthought. Just because you neglect her doesn’t mean everyone else does. The person you toss aside like garbage means the world to us.”

Jake’s hands balled into fists, his rage simmering.

Edgar glanced at Kallie, noticing her deathly pale face, and stepped in to soothe Jake. “She looks terrible. We need to get her to a doctor.”

Jake reluctantly stepped aside.

Ethan hastily made for the doctors with Kallie in his arms. As he brushed past Jake, he caught Jake’s icy statement: “Kallie is my wife. Whatever our issues, you stand no chance with her.”

Ethan’s gaze hardened. He clenched his jaw. “We’ll see about that.”

With that, Ethan walked away briskly.

Edgar watched Jake’s expression darken considerably, then sighed and asked in a low voice, “Mr. Reeves, should we follow them to check on your wife? It might comfort her to see you when she wakes up. After all, you’ve invested so much in her well-being. She ought to be aware of your efforts and concerns for her.”

Jake scoffed, his expression laced with disbelief. “Why bother? The first person she called for help was Ethan, not me. Showing up now would only make me look like I’m trying to be the hero after everything’s already happened. She made her choice. Her problems are hers to handle.”

Despite his harsh words, Jake made his way to Sarah’s hospital room, for Kallie’s case.

Sarah’s condition had improved steadily with the hospital care these days. Jake’s daily visits lifted her spirits immensely.

When Sarah heard the door open, she quickly suppressed her smile and adopted a frail, pitiful expression. “Jake, maybe you should get the doctor for me. I’m feeling dizzy again. It’s like the concussion is still affecting me. It hurts a lot.”

“Enough with the act,” Jake said as he took a seat, his gaze icy. “The doctor mentioned that your primary injury is to your right hand. Yes, your forehead might look severe, but it’s merely superficial.”

Sarah blinked, attempting to sway him with her charm. “But I truly feel dizzy. I keep having these nightmares where Kallie pushes me. I can’t fathom why she would do that. Why?”

Jake’s patience was on edge. He extended his hand. “Hand over your phone.”

Feeling guilty, Sarah attempted to conceal her phone behind her back. “Why do you need to see my phone? We aren’t even officially together.”

Jake didn’t entertain her questions. His voice became icier as he asked, “Or would you prefer to see me angry?”

With reluctance, Sarah handed him her phone, still clinging to a faint hope.

Yet, Jake unlocked it immediately.

Sarah had set her password to Jake’s birthday, a token of her love for him.

Watching him effortlessly unlock her phone, Sarah’s heart sank with a mix of heartbreak and frustration. He had always known about her feelings for him.

Just then, a video from Amara popped up, arriving at the perfect moment.

The moment Jake clicked open the video, Amara’s shrill voice reverberated throughout the room.

Sarah’s complexion turned ashen upon hearing the words. She cast a fleeting glance at Jake’s face and then began weeping piteously. “Jake, I had no idea my parents did this. They just lost their heads because Kallie crossed the line this time. They just needed to blow off some steam. If you have to blame someone, blame me.”

Jake watched the video intently, not missing a beat. He could see the humiliation and resolve in Kallie’s eyes, which felt like a thorn stabbing at his heart. He was right there, just a phone call away in the hospital. Why hadn’t she reached out to him for help? Did she despise him that much?

Sarah continued to explain, but her voice became an annoying buzz to Jake.

Sarah kept on until Jake finally lost his patience and barked, “Shut the fuck up!”

It was the first time Sarah had ever seen Jake so enraged. Terrified by his outburst, she fell silent immediately, her eyes wide and wounded as she stared at him.

Jake inhaled deeply, attempting to restrain his rising temper. He gazed at Sarah, his eyes cold and unyielding, and asked in a measured tone, “Why isn’t it enough that my mother and I have been looking after you? What else do you expect?”

Sarah’s gaze wavered slightly, but she quickly assumed a guise of innocence. “Jake, what are you implying? I’m at a loss here.”

Jake’s hands balled into fists and then relaxed. “What does your family seek for compensation? Or how do you propose we settle this? Kallie is still legally my wife. Causing a commotion would only embarrass me.”

Sarah’s demeanor lightened at his words as she reached out, clasping Jake’s hand gently, and whispered, “It’s simple. Kallie should apologize to me and make it clear that I am not the other woman, but rather, she intruded on our relationship. My request is hardly excessive, especially with this scar on my forehead as a testament. Jake, I had you in mind when I persuaded my parents to go easy on Kallie. Who knows what she might have signed to rile my parents up? Perhaps she’s trying to garner your sympathy deliberately.”

Jake pulled his hand back, his expression growing sterner. “Your second request is not feasible. The first, however, we can discuss.”

Sarah’s expression tightened, her frustration evident. “Then, at the very least, have her apologize and look after me.”

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