All Dreams End at Some Point

When Melanie came to for the second time, she was lying in the ICU.

The doctor examined her wounds, looking relieved. "That piece of metal missed your femoral artery by a hair. You're really lucky. If you'd been brought here a minute later, forget your leg, you might not have made it."

Melanie managed a weak smile, but her mind was still replaying what she'd heard when she was in a semi-conscious state a while ago.

"The patient's lost a lot of blood. Why hasn't there been blood from the blood bank yet?"

"Don't even get me started. Mr. Johnson's girlfriend complained of stomach pain, so he ordered the entire blood bank locked. All the blood had to be reserved for his girlfriend, just in case."

"That's insane! If we can't get blood from the hospital's blood bank, what happens to this patient?"

"She's on her own."

So Raymond really did want her dead.

Perhaps she was in so much pain that even her heart had gone numb, because Melanie couldn't shed a single tear at this moment.

At least their divorce would be finalized in just a few hours.

That evening, Raymond came to see her. Upon seeing her bandaged thigh, he froze for a long moment before speaking. "Trace saved me… I have to look out for her."

Melanie said nothing, merely studying the man in front of her, the one she had sacrificed seven years for.

She wanted to ask him if he remembered how much he had once loved her and if he remembered that she had lost a child for him during that car accident.

But more importantly, she wanted to ask if he had ever considered what would happen if she actually died.

Although she had a lot on her mind, she merely said, "I understand."

She knew that he didn't love her, had never cared for that child, and wouldn't even bat an eye if she died. And she was very much aware that after that day, they would no longer have anything to do with each other.

Taking a deep breath, Melanie slowly said, "Raymond, we're divor—"

The sound of a phone ringing interrupted her. Soon, Tracy's coquettish voice could be heard. "Raymond, your mom hired a photographer to take our family portrait. You're the only one missing."

Raymond's expression faltered. He instinctively turned to the hospital bed, only to find Melanie with her eyes closed.

Did she not care about him anymore? The thought crossed his mind, but he quickly shook it off.

No. Melanie loved him too much not to care. Besides, Bethany still needed the Johnson family to survive.

At that thought, Raymond's gaze became gentler all of a sudden. "Get some rest, Melanie. After you're discharged, I'll personally bring your mother back here."

Once the door was shut, Melanie pulled out her phone to call the butler working in the villa. "Send the bag full of documents that's in my room to the hospital."

She then messaged Vincent. "Come get me."

An hour later, Melanie deleted all of Raymond's contact information, got into a wheelchair, and left the hospital.

Meanwhile, Raymond, who was in the middle of the photoshoot, got a message from a lawyer. "Congratulations, Mr. Johnson. Your divorce from Ms. Melanie Strickland is now officially finalized."