Chapter 7 Jamarion replied, "In business, it's just tit for tat. But Brylee... she's never wronged me." Kylee broke down, crying bitterly. "Jamarion, if I had known that even if I survived, I couldn't keep you, then I'd rather never have taken her kidney." Jamarion said, "Kiki, the world is fair. Though you lost love, you gained a new life. And though Brylee lost a kidney, she gained the title of Mrs. Galvan." With a dark, heavy expression, he left in dejection. Kylee wept behind her hands. "It's not fair, none of it is fair... Without you, how can I live?" Kyson, heartbroken for his daughter, quickly soothed her. "My precious girl, don't cry. When you cry, my heart breaks too. Don't worry. Brylee is softhearted. I'll persuade her to give up Jamarion herself." At that, Kylee stopped crying. "You're right, Dad. Jamarion is a businessman. He values trust. He won't break his word to Brylee. Then we'll have to start with her. Let's buy her a house and a car. She won't resist temptation forever. She'll leave Jamarion herself." "Yes, yes. Don't worry. Daddy will find a way. I'll make sure you and Jamarion reunite." *** At the Galvan's villa, when Jamarion returned home, he could no longer hear Brylee calling her "honey" with all love and affection. He frowned slightly, unsettled, and asked the maid who opened the door, "Where is Brylee?" The maid took his coat and replied, "Mr. Galvan, Mrs. Galvan has been acting very strangely today. After coming back, she locked herself in her room and hasn't come out since. We called to her, but she didn't respond." Jamarion glanced upstairs in shock. "I'll go take a look." He went upstairs and knocked lightly on the door, but unlike before, there was no cheerful response from Brylee. His face darkened as he pushed the door open. Walking to the bedside, he looked down from above at the motionless figure lying there. "Brylee, how can you act so recklessly today? Don't you know Kylee feels guilty for running away from home because of you? From now on, be sensible, don't upset her again..." Brylee lay on the bed, her face pale as snow, completely devoid of life. Jamarion muttered to himself in frustration. "Why aren't you talking?" Brylee normally fawned over him with flattery, yet she was silent today, like a mute. Even Jamarion, slow as he might be, finally realized something was wrong. He lifted the quilt, and the stark red on the white sheets immediately caught his eye. He held her in his arms, his hands trembling. "I'm sorry, I neglected you." His apology was sincere. At the hospital. The doctor ran a full check-up on Brylee. Though he respected Jamarion's status, his professional duty as a doctor compelled him to rebuke the family. "Mr. Galvan, Mrs. Galvan just had a kidney transplant, and now the wound is infected again. No matter how strong the body, it can't withstand such strain." Jamarion's face was taut. "I understand." After an IV drip, Brylee's fever gradually subsided. Her listless eyes finally regained some focus. But when they fell on Jamarion, she shrank back as if facing a beast. "What are you doing here?" Her wary eyes treated him like a monster. Jamarion blinked his drowsy eyes, staring blankly at Brylee's rejection. His dark eyes instantly chilled. "I'm your husband. You're sick. If I'm not here with you, where do you expect me to be?" Brylee secretly reached for the syringe on the nightstand with her other hand. She was trying to defend herself. Watching her restless hand, Jamarion felt frustrated, his face darkening. "You really don't recognize me?" Brylee shook her head pitifully. He pulled her innocent face closer to his. "Then look at me carefully and remember your husband's face. Because from today onward, we'll be under the same roof every day. I don't want you treating me like I'm a stranger all the time."