âYeah, itâs not worth itâ¦â Bella muttered absentmindedly.
Ryan took a deep breath. Bellaâs gaze at this moment was so shattered that Ryan felt heartbroken.
âAnna, why donât you try dating me?â
Bella frowned slightly.
âWhy donât you try to accept me? Although Iâm not a saint, Iâm willing to be a better person for you!â
Ryan thought that he was at least better than Justin
âRyan, Iâm really tired. Please donât make things difficult for me.â Bella looked at him with such
sadness.
âAnnaâ¦â Ryanâs breathing hitched. His heart was filled with pity.
âItâs very late. I really want to go to bed. You should go home.â
Bella pushed him away, turned around, and walked slowly toward the bedroom.
âAre you and Asher really dating? What is your relationship with him? Are you in a relationship with
him, or are you just using him to take revenge on Justin?â
Bella was startled. She clenched her fists and said, âNone of this has anything to do with you.â
âThere is no trace of Asher living here. If heâs your boyfriend, why isnât there a pair of his shoes at the
door? How is it possible that there is no trace of him being with you here?â
âIâll say it again. None of this has anything to do with you, so you donât need to worry about it.â
âAnna! Donât hurt yourself or do anything stupid.â Ryanâs voice was anxious. He had a bitterness in his
throat.
Bella pursed her lips and left without looking back.
Justin drove back to Tideview Manor from Bellaâs house. It was less than an hourâs journey, but he
drove for two hours.
The severe headache made it almost impossible for him to see the road ahead. The heavy rain also
interfered with his vision. He almost got into a car accident twice along the way home.
Justin stumbled into the study and knocked over the cups and documents on the table in search of his
medicine. Finally, he found the medicine bottle and swallowed a few pills without washing it down with
water.
He took double the prescribed amount, but his headache was not relieved at all.
ââJustin, if Iâd known how despicable you were, I wouldnât have married you in the first place!â
âUgh-!â
Annaâs resentful words echoed in his mind. Justinâs strong and tall body curled up into a cocoon as he
was overwhelmed by a splitting headache. His forehead was dripping with cold sweat.
Wilma heard the noise and hurriedly opened the door of the study.
Seeing Justin in pain, Wilma felt so distressed that tears welled up in her eyes.
âYoung Master! Whatâs wrong? Do you have a headache again?â
Justinâs mind was a mess, and he was incoherent. âAnna⦠Annaâ¦â
âJust hold on, Young Master! Iâll call your personal doctor right away!â
Wilmaâs face turned pale with fright as she rushed out the door. At this moment, she received a phone
call.
It was an unfamiliar number.
âWho is it?â
âWilma, itâs me.â A gentle voice came.
âYoung Madam? Is that you?!â Wilma was so excited that she covered her mouth in disbelief.
âYes, itâs me, Anna.â
âYoung Madam⦠Itâs really you! Thatâs great!â
Wilma wiped away her tears and sobbed. âPlease save the young master! He has a severe headache
again. Heâs completely delirious now. When you were with the young master, he hadnât had a
headache in a long time⦠Now that youâre gone, his headaches have gotten worse! What should I
do?â
âWilma, donât worry. Listen to me.â
Bella took a deep breath and spoke in a calm voice, âGo to my room immediately. Thereâs a silver box
in the drawer beside my bed with a set of silver needles that I used to treat Mr. Salvadorâs headaches.
Thereâs also a notebook under the box, which records the treatment methods and acupuncture
locations in detail. I remember that you mentioned having studied some acupuncture before, so it
shouldnât be difficult for you, right?â
âYes, yes! I know acupuncture. Iâll get it right now!â
âWilma, Mr. Salvador was injured tonight. A tree branch fell on his back. Although he didnât say
anything, I think the injury is quite serious. I also have ointment for bruises in my drawer. You can apply
it on him later. If it doesnât get better after a few days, take him to the hospital to get it checked out.â
âYes, maâam.â Wilma wiped her tears and felt disheartened.
Wilma thought, âWhy did Young Master lose such a nice woman?â
âOne last thing.â
Bella sighed softly. âPlease donât tell Mr. Salvador that I called you tonight.â