Chapter 2 Jamarion's low, magnetic voice rang out. "Kiki, let's talk about that later." Surely, he wasn't so cold as to discard a woman right after using her. Yet in Brylee's ears, that made no difference. Her body collapsed heavily against the door, pushing it open. She fell clumsily at Jamarion's feet. Her surgical wound tore painfully. But her heart hurt more. Jamarion frowned in displeasure. "What are you doing here?" He showed no trace of guilt for deceiving her. Instead, he only wore a condescending look on his face. Brylee raised her tear-filled eyes to him, which no longer had any sense of obsession, but anguish and grievance. Jamarion faltered, thinking he must have imagined it. A girl from the slums had become his wife, at the mere cost of one kidney. She should be grateful for everything she had. Forcing down her grief and rage, Brylee squeezed out a smile. "Jamarion, I was worried about Kylee's condition, so I came to check on her." He believed her easily. After all, he had been seeing her as an innocent and simple woman. Jamarion showed no concern for her health. He just nodded indifferently. "Kylee's surgery went very well. You don't need to worry. Now go back." Brylee gave a bitter smile. So it was true. The nurses hadn't lied. Kylee's surgery had gone smoothly. And she, who had almost died back there, hadn't received a single shred of his care. Brylee struggled to her feet, broken, and stumbled toward the door. From behind, she heard Kylee's voice of feigned pity. "Jamarion, what if she overheard us?" Jamarion replied with righteous certainty. "It doesn't actually matter. Even if she knows the truth, I had already given her the title of Mrs. Galvan in exchange for a kidney. She's not at a loss." Brylee clenched her fists, her teeth grinding hard. She hated Jamarion and herself even more for misjudging him. For so long, she had foolishly seen him as her savior, respected his character, and cherished his warmth. In the end, he was a venomous serpent. He had tricked her kidney out of her with lies and shattered her dreams of love. Who would care to be his so-called wife in name only? In the Galvan's place, for every purchase she made, even something as cheap as cabbage, she had to request funds from the butler and explain why. She had thought wealthy families simply managed their finances with precision. Now she knew the reason. It turned out that Jamarion had never treated her as family. From that moment on, Brylee had no expectations for the days ahead. Her world had lost all color. She didn't return to her ward. Stumbling, she made her way out of the hospital. This place was too filthy. She refused to share even the same hospital with people like Jamarion and Kylee. Brylee sat in front of Lucian Hart, the world's most renowned hypnotist. Her tiny figure and pale face made her look like a true believer. "I want to forget a man," she said, her voice trembling, and even her shoulders quivered. Lucian looked at the sickly girl. The pain in her eyes was so intense that he realized if he didn't help her, she might truly not be able to go on. He pulled out his old pocket watch, swung it through the air in a graceful arc, and let it fall directly in front of Brylee's eyes. Her gaze fixed quietly on the watch, waiting for Lucian to begin. "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" Lucian explained, "Once I begin, there will be no turning back." Brylee shook her head. Lucian felt it was a silly question. If her heart wasn't already dead, how could she choose such a resolute way to bid farewell to the past? "After this, where should I send you?" he asked. He was the world's most famous hypnotist, and he had helped many find their memories and helped many erase them. For those who came to him, leaving was like being reborn.