Instead, he pestered the doctor next door for ages for the sake of the other woman. How pathetic!" After finishing with the injection, the nurses left one after another. Brylee struggled to lift her eyelids. Brylee refused to believe a word of what the nurses said. In her eyes, Jamarion Galvan was the best man in the world. She had once been a beggar in the slums. At fifteen, Jamarion had taken her in. He sponsored her education, gave her a home, and even helped her reunite with her biological father and her half-sister, Kylee O'Neal. Staring at the stark white ceiling, Brylee tried to comfort herself with such thoughts. Yet for some reason, unease coiled tighter and tighter in her chest. Brylee then asked the nurse for her phone and dialed Jamarion's number. The call rang for a long time before he finally picked up. His voice was gentle, as always. "Bry, I'm busy now. Is it urgent? If not, I'll hang up first. I'll get in touch later." She knew he was the head of a powerful corporation, busy every single day. Guilt pricked at her for interrupting him. Quickly, Brylee apologized. "Oh, nothing important. I just... missed you." In truth, she had only wanted him to come to the hospital-so she could prove to those nurses that they were wrong about him. "Jamarion..." Brylee's face instantly went pale as paper. In the last second before the call ended, she vaguely heard a familiar voice. It was Kylee. Brylee froze. It took her a long while to come back to her senses. Enduring sharp pain, she pulled out the IV needle and slowly got out of bed. Step by step, she made her way toward Kylee's ward. The distance was short, yet it felt like a century. With every step, waves of agony tore through her body. So that was why he had picked her up off the streets. How vile! Kylee's voice turned coy. "Jami, now that I'm healthy, I can finally be your wife. Divorce Brylee, won't you? A girl from the slums like her... she was never worthy of you."