Chapter 11 Jamarion's gaze lingered on her hand pressed against her belly. Against his better judgment, he nodded. "Fine." As he walked out, Brylee's clear eyes darkened at once. In the hallway, Jamarion took out his phone. "Pick up some mifepristone pills and bring them to the hospital," he gave his orders. Not long after, Brylee received a bottle of pills. That night, the hospital was in absolute silence. Jamarion was in Kylee's room, tenderly soothing her. "Kiki, promise me you'll cherish your hard-won life from now on. No more talk of ending it." Kylee clutched his hand. Though pale from illness, her face glowed with warmth. "Jamarion, you know how deeply I love you. Without you, I'd rather be dead. You can't leave me." "I won't. I'll stay by your side. Just try to recover as soon as possible." Meanwhile... Brylee curled into herself on the narrow bed, staring at the blank ceiling. As she felt the blood drain from her body, tears welled in her eyes, hot and bitter. When blood soaked through the sheets, she closed her eyes. Those were tears of release. Finally, she and Jamarion were no longer connected. The next morning, Jamarion's assistant arrived with Brylee's suitcase, passport, and a bank card. "Mrs. Galvan, Mr. Galvan booked your ticket. The flight's for this morning, seven sharp," the assistant stammered. She was too weak to speak above a whisper. "He won't come to see me off?" "Last night, Kylee had an episode. Mr. Galvan stayed with her," the assistant muttered, avoiding her eyes. Brylee showed no disappointment, as if she had seen this coming. "I see." The assistant handed her the bank card. "This is your living allowance. In three months, Mr. Galvan will bring you home. He also arranged for a couple as helpers abroad to look after you..." Brylee ignored him, dragging herself upright. To his shock, she slipped into the old clothes she had brought from four years ago. She shoved the suitcase and new clothes back into his hands. And she then walked out without looking back. She ignored the assistant. The assistant didn't understand what was going on. "Mrs. Galvan?" "I don't need them. Throw them away," she said coolly. The assistant was dumbfounded. Maybe Brylee didn't like the style of the clothes, but she had to accept the card. "Mrs. Galvan, please, at least keep the card." At his persistence, Brylee finally accepted the bank card. The assistant was half relieved. He escorted her to the international terminal. "Mrs. Galvan, I can't go any farther. Please... take care of yourself." Brylee gave no reply. Her footsteps were unsteady, but she seemed to be rushing as if eager to escape. Just before disappearing into the checkpoint, she startled him with one final act. She tossed Jamarion's bank card straight into the trash. The assistant froze, totally petrified. Only now did he realize that Mrs. Galvan wasn't planning to come back. She had given up on Jamarion. The assistant now wondered how Jamarion would react after learning about all this. Back at the Galvan's villa... After spending half the day at Kylee's bedside, Jamarion returned home, exhausted. Seeing Brylee's suitcase waiting by the door, his smile froze. "What's going on? Didn't I say she was to leave immediately? Why hasn't she gone?" he snapped. The assistant shook his head quickly. "Don't worry, Mr. Galvan. Mrs. Galvan has already boarded her flight." Jamarion frowned. "Then why is her luggage still here?" The assistant swallowed. "Mr. Galvan, she refused them all." Something stabbed through Jamarion's chest, a feeling he couldn't name. It vanished in an instant. "She probably wanted to buy new clothes once she arrived. Four years of comfort have taught her to spend money," he muttered with a self-mocking laugh. But then the assistant whispered, "Mr. Galvan... at the airport, she threw away the bank card you gave her." Jamarion's expression shattered. At last, he sneered.