Mission Failed: His Marriage Phobia Kills Me

Dylan texted me and said, "I took a half-day off work today, and there was too much of a backlog of work waiting for me when I got back. I've been working nonstop since this afternoon, but I haven't completed my work yet.

"I'm not coming home tonight and staying here at the company instead."

I didn't call him out on his lie.

Instead, I directly transferred the money I made from selling the rings to Felix's account.

His owed medical bills were soon paid off with the money. However, he was still going to require at least 50,000 dollars more for the rest of his treatment.

I looked around the place.

I'd bought this apartment myself before meeting Dylan. It had taken up all of my savings to pay off the loans. And after we got together, he withheld every cent of my salary for years.

This left me with no money to buy furniture or electrical appliances. The whole apartment was empty with absolutely nothing of value.

The only solution I had now was to sell off this apartment. It should fetch a price of around 400,000 dollars. That would be more than enough to pay for Felix's treatment, and the rest of the money could also be used for his livelihood.

I stopped hesitating and called the real estate agent straight away.

"I want to sell my apartment. I don't care what price you set for it as long as I can get the money within three days."

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"I've found a buyer. They said that they're free to come in and sign the papers today for the handover," the agent called back later to say. "But Ms. Cooper, you're selling at a significant loss because of your hurry. Maybe you should think it over first."

"It's fine. Bring the buyer in for the handover. I'm home right now."

I didn't have much time left. I had to make sure to give Felix the money while I was still alive.

I simply owed him too much. I couldn't ever make it up to him again. The only thing I could do now was to try to save his life.

While lost in my thoughts, the doorbell suddenly rang, and I ran over eagerly to answer the door.

"That was quick—"

I stopped myself halfway through my sentence.

It wasn't the agent or the new buyer at the door. Rather, it was Dylan, with a dark, broody look on his face.

"You're selling this apartment?"

"This is my apartment. I can sell it if I want to. It's got nothing to do with you."

He'd already taken my salary for himself. And now, he was still trying to interfere in my business of selling my own apartment. He really was downright shameless.

Dylan noticed the hostility in my tone and brought Lynetee inside, cocking his eyebrow at me.

"Lynette told me that she saw you at the mall today. You've been stalking us, haven't you?"

I didn't answer him, and he didn't press. Instead, he continued in a dark, threatening tone, "Do you know what I hate about you the most, Felicia? The fact that you never ask for clarification and instead always jump to the worst possible conclusions.

"Look at this properly with your eyes. The person getting married is Lynette's brother, not her. Lynette is the star employee of the company. I was just fulfilling my duties as the company's CEO by buying her a ring so she'd be more presentable.

"It's bad enough that you misunderstood everything from the start, but you went too far by trying to sell off my apartment! If the agent wasn't my friend and told me about it, and I hadn't stopped him in time, you would have committed a devious act."

He then tossed a wedding invitation to me, but I didn't bother looking at it.

He had hundreds of employees working for him at the office. If anyone said they were getting married, he would throw even more work their way without even so much of a congratulatory word.

But when it came to Lynette, he spent 20 million dollars on luxurious jewelry for her without even a blink.

It was painfully obvious that he was biased toward her. It didn't matter anymore whether it was her or her "brother" getting married.

I ignored him. I was just about to kick them out of the place when I suddenly received a call from the hospital.

"Is this Ms. Cooper? Kindly pay your brother's medical expenses as soon as possible so that we can develop a treatment plan based on your financial situation."

"I'll pay up as soon as I can, doctor. Please save Felix no matter what."

I hung up after that. Just as I was about to call another property agent, Dylan suddenly grabbed my arm anxiously and asked, "Felix is sick? What's the matter with him?"

I flung his arm off.

"He has stomach cancer! You promised me that you would take good care of him, but you didn't give him a single penny and instead took money from him! And to think that I actually trusted you about it, Dylan Abbott!"