Chapter 9 Brylee cast a glance at Jamarion and said briskly, "Since you like him so much, take him." It was as if he were nothing more than a cheap item displayed on a shelf, up for grabs by whoever wanted him. Kylee's eyes lit up. She threw her arms around Jamarion in delight. But the joy on her face faded almost instantly as his body was rigid in her embrace, like a stone statue. She looked at him in confusion, only to see his vacant stare fixed on Brylee. That look was chilling. "Brylee, you must be feverish and out of your mind. Do you even know what you're saying?" In the past, Brylee had loved him so fiercely that it almost suffocated him. She had given up her beloved career to better take care of him. She had forced down bitter herbal medicine every day in the hope of bearing his child. She had loved him so much that she lost her dignity, and people sneered at her, calling her "the fawning Mrs. Galvan". And yet now, Brylee was discarding him as if he were nothing. "My fever's gone. I'm perfectly clearheaded now. I know exactly what I'm doing," Brylee said softly. Jamarion narrowed his eyes, half-skeptical. "No regrets?" Brylee glanced at the matching couple's ring on Jamarion's hand, the very same style Kylee wore. Her lips curved in a faint smile. "Mr. Galvan, the ring on your left hand is identical to Kylee's. Since she's the one you love, why on earth would I keep you? My partner has to be loyal. I'll find a man who loves me wholeheartedly and live a simple, steady life. Dumping a man like you is no loss to me. Once I recover, I'll divorce you." Jamarion lowered his gaze to his ring. A flicker of guilt passed through his eyes. "You've misunderstood this. It's a pure coincidence. These aren't couples' rings." With that, he slipped it off and shoved it into his pocket. Kylee stared at him, trembling, tears glistening in her eyes. She bolted from the room in sobs, shattered. Jamarion's jaw tightened, fists clenching as he watched her off. Finally, he turned back to Brylee. "You're not well right now. If I abandoned you at this moment, it would be cruel. Once you've recovered, if you still insist on divorce, I'll grant it." He then rushed out after Kylee, looking almost panicked. Brylee stared at the IV drip overhead. She had no strength left. Her body was weak, but her resolve was not. Once she was discharged, no matter what, she would divorce him. She would never settle for a man who wavered between two women. The next morning, half-asleep, Brylee overheard two nurses whispering outside. "The woman in the next ward tried to throw herself off the roof last night. Mr. Galvan stayed on the rooftop with her all night, talking her down," one gossiped. "I can't imagine what he's thinking. She's sick, not a suitable match at all. And yet he treats her like treasure. He even went through so much trouble to track down her half-sister to save her life with that kidney transplant. And now, after all that, she doesn't even value what he's done for her," said the other. "If you ask me, Mr. Galvan's blind, punishing himself for nothing. The one I pity most is the woman in this bed. Those two so-called lovers drained her dry. That Kylee girl has already got what she wanted, and now she turns around to steal her sibling's husband. And this silly girl? She'll be left with nothing, and she's not even fighting back." Brylee curled her toes, digging them hard into the mattress. The redness in her eyes looked almost like blood. A nurse hung a fresh IV bag for her and then left. Brylee drifted into a restless sleep until noon. Hunger woke her up. She hadn't eaten breakfast, and now her stomach ached.