Chapter 13 Have You Ever Loved Me?

• All eyes were fixed on William, who was stationed on the second floor.
• At last, he rose and made his way downstairs.
• He approached Mabel and wrapped his arm around her. "Let's go."
• Throughout the scene, he never once glanced at Lisette.
• Mabel's face brightened with delight, though a hint of unease lingered. "Shouldn't we at least take her to the hospital? After all, she was once your wife."
• "There's no need."
• Mabel's joy immediately returned, her smile widening.
• It was clear—his heart was firmly set on her.
• The couple turned and left.
• But then, a faint voice reached them.
• Soft and almost otherworldly.
• "William."
• Mabel halted, her brow furrowed as she looked back at Lisette lying on the floor.
• Lisette's hair was a mess, her face ashen, her lips drained of color.
• Yet her eyes remained bright and clear.
• She looked directly at William, speaking with measured slowness. "Have you ever loved me? Even a little?"
• William glanced at her, his dark eyes momentarily tinted with a red hue from the reflection.
• "No."
• Lisette nodded, her hand slowly falling away from her stomach.
• The answer she had long suspected had to be vocalized before she would decide to let go.
• Indeed, the world of the wealthy was a game that the poor could never truly participate in.
• Lisette, you're pathetic.
• In an instant, the defiant and resilient woman became a silent, lifeless figure on the floor.
• William's gaze flickered slightly as he led Mabel away.
• Mabel was thoroughly content.
• This night had been the most satisfying she'd experienced in the past year.
• "William, let's get engaged."
• "Sure."
• Neil watched the departing figures with a cold, calculating expression.
• "Dispose of her."
• In this contest, William had triumphed.
• Lisette was left discarded, her bloodied form abandoned.
• At the Golden Hour Bar, anything could happen.
• Lisette's eyes fluttered open.
• The night sky was adorned with stars, a crescent moon hanging above.
• Memories from the past year flickered through her mind, slowly fading from her awareness.
• William, if it was possible, I wish I'd never met you.
• A white car rolled down the road. Soon, someone in the back seat called out, "Jon, pull over."
• "Yes, sir."
• The car came to a gentle halt, and Gary Reeve hurried over.
• "Miss, Miss?"
• Jon approached. "Mr. Reeve?"
• "Jon, she looks seriously hurt. We need to get her to the hospital."
• Jon glanced at the Golden Hour Bar's golden letters and replied, "Sir, it might be best if we don't get involved."
• Gary's expression grew stern. "Jon, if I hadn't seen her myself, it might be different. But since I have, I'm definitely getting involved!"
• With that, he lifted Lisette and carried her to the car.
• Jon sighed. Mr. Reeve is always so compassionate.
• The car soon arrived at a nearby hospital. Gary carried Lisette into the emergency room, and upon seeing her face as he laid her on the bed, his eyes widened in shock.
• "Lisette … "