Chapter 142
Jeremy paused for a moment before asking. “Why do you always manage to make such a mess of things?”
I had no answer. I didn’t want this either, but that was just how life was constantly throwing unexpected “surprises my way. I thought, “What can I do about it?
I forced a bitter smile. “Does it look that bad? My hand will be fine by tomorrow, and I’ve still got a ton of work pilling up!
Jeremy replied. “You should rest for a few days. If you push yourself and go back to work too soon, you could end up with long–term issues.
“Do you want to heal properly and be done with this, or do you want to keep dealing with pain every so often! The choice is yours?
I was silent for a moment. I understood his point.
I nodded. “I understand. Thanks, Dr. Norman”
After he left, someone handed me a sick leave form with his signature and stamp. I was a little surprised. I hadn’t expected someone as proud as him to think of this for me.
On the way home, I hesitated for a while before deciding to send him a simple thank–you text
At first, I thought about sending him some money. But then I thought about his background, his status. Sending money could easily be misinterpreted—it might even come across as disrespectful.
After thinking it over, I realized that the most sincere and appropriate gesture was just to say thanks
When I got home, I saw his reply. [Take your medicine and stop getting hurt.]
I stared at the message for a long time, my eyes welling up. I bit my lip to hold back the emotions threatening to spill over
With the sick leave form. I rested at home for three days I went to the hospital for daily massages, but I never ran into Jeremy again.
He was like a butterfly that appeared out of nowhere and then just vanished. My heart rippled when he showed up, but it was only a fleeting moment–like the wind passing by, leaving no trace behind.
Dexter couldn’t find me, so he started throwing tantrums at home. Miriam sent me videos of him and Rhea fighting–arguing and even getting physical.
Mirum loved gossip, and she eagerly sent me voice messages. “Did you see that! Your ex–husband isn’t as happy as he looks.
“He and his mistress are at each other’s throats–arguing all the time, small fights every three days, big ones every five. The other day, they even got physical and almost called the police!”
I (Great, send me more!
Encouraged by my response, Miriam happily sent me more videos. Watching them helped ease my frustration.
I thought, Why should they get to live their lives without a care, while they’ve turned mine upside down! My son is still shaken by everything that’s happened, yet they get to be together in peace!
“I, Sylvia, may be petty, but they’ve hurt the person I love most–my son. I’ll make sure they pay for it
Without my forgiveness letter, Kimberly was bound to face jail time. The day I heard she was being sued, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy.
I finished the most difficult part of my project in record time. Once I was done, I opened a bottle of wine and anade a toast to myself.
Dexter didn’t dare cause any more trouble at my office building, and he had no idea where I lived.
In his p
panic, he resorted to bombarding me with calls and messages, begging or threatening. I simply ignored him, acting like I hadn’t seen a thing.
On the last day of this year, I handed over the new project details to Neva and received her praise once again.
