Crazy With Remorse

Footsteps rushed from behind, and Edward quickly scooped Olivia into his arms.

As he lifted her up, he glanced back at me, who was still frozen in shock. His eyes sent a chill down my spine.

Olivia had been injured before for Edward. Her bones were fragile, and the fall caused another fracture. Without a word, Edward carried her straight to the emergency room.

Late at night, at the Scott residence, Edward kicked the bedroom door open. He then yanked the covers off the bed and pulled me up.

"How could you be so evil?"

"How am I evil?" I stared at the man in front of me as tears welled up in my eyes. "Edward, if you're so great, just kill me!"

I looked at him with teary, defiant eyes. "I've never betrayed you! I didn't sleep with Killian!"

A sharp pain in my abdomen hit me, and I trembled uncontrollably.

Edward's eyes were fixed on me. After a long pause, he smiled.

"Do you think I'm still that easy to fool?" His gaze was bloodthirsty. "I know what kind of person Killian is. He's always talking about liking you. If you hadn't slept with him, would he have given you money? The Shaffers are all scums."

I was in too much pain to respond. I could only gasp for air.

I knew Edward wouldn't believe me.

Finally, I managed to force a smile. "If you want to think like that, then go ahead."

I pushed against Edward, trying to stand and escape this suffocating room.

But he came straight for me and pinned me down. I struggled. "Let me go, Edward."

He leaned down, and his breath was warm against my ear. "You think I want to touch you? I find you filthy."

He began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his strong muscles. "But didn't you say you haven't slept with Killian? Let me check." His smile was like a devil's smile.

I shivered all over. My hands pounded desperately at his shoulders, but his strength was too much for me.

The sharp pain in my abdomen intensified, like a knife twisting inside. It was unbearable. I curled into a ball, and beads of cold sweat started forming on my forehead.

"Stop pretending!" Edward sneered. "I haven't touched you yet."

"It hurts," I gasped through violent shudders. "My stomach hurts."

I needed my painkillers.

I kept thinking about the painkillers as I struggled to shove Edward off me.

Edward was caught off guard and stumbled back. His leg hit the bedside table, knocking a bag to the ground. Pill bottles rolled out of it, along with my lab report.

My heart raced as I reached for it, but Edward grabbed the paper first. His eyes fixed on the last line—late-stage colon cancer.

He stared at me with a complicated expression.

I curled up on the bed. I felt like a fish stranded on dry land.

Edward leaned over and picked up one of the pill bottles.

After examining it for a long time, he snorted and slammed the lab report and the bottle to the floor.

"Always playing games," he muttered with a twisted smile. "Do you think I'll pity you just because you forged these documents?"

Edward leaned down and wiped the sweat from my forehead. "You're not Olivia. Don't try to imitate her. Even if you died, I wouldn't feel a thing."

He walked away, leaving me on the bed. I picked up the pill bottle he had discarded and swallowed a pill without water.

An hour later, the pain began to subside.

I stared at the white ceiling and suddenly started laughing. But as I laughed, tears began to flow uncontrollably.

Just then, my phone rang. I wiped the sweat from my forehead before picking it up.

"Amelie, did you ask Edward for money?" It was Mom again.

I weakly murmured, "I won't ask him for money."

"Then go ask Killian. Doesn't he like you?" Mom's voice grew sharp as she panicked.

I gripped the fabric of my shirt tightly and replied coldly, "Do you really care that much for Dad?"

There was a pause on the other end. "What do you mean by that?"

Thinking about what Killian had back then, I rubbed my reddened eyes and said, "Maximo Blair."

That was Mom's boyfriend's name.

On the other end, silence fell, and after a few seconds, she hung up.

…

Rory tried to convince me to stay in the hospital, but I refused. I had enough medication to last a while.

As soon as I got home, I saw Edward rushing out in a hurry. It was rare to see him this anxious.

The maid, Sasha Ray, informed me that something had happened to Olivia. It turned out she was diagnosed with severe heart failure.

Something in my mind urged me to follow Edward.

In the hospital hallway, I saw him pacing back and forth.

He wore a black shirt and trousers. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were red-rimmed, and his lips were pressed tightly together.

He must be devastated and heartbroken.

After all, he loved Olivia so much.

I thought to myself that since I was already dying, perhaps I could do something for Edward. I just wanted him to stop hating me after I was gone.

And if there was a next life, I hoped I'd never meet him again.

Edward was desperately searching for a heart donor because the doctors said Olivia didn't have much time.

Meanwhile, I signed the organ donation agreement and secretly underwent a test to see if I was a match.

After leaving the hospital, I threw away the medication I had kept in my bag. I didn't need it anymore.

"Amelie."

At the sound of that familiar voice, my body stiffened. A large, bony hand landed on my shoulder suddenly.