Chapter 37 A Cold Caress

• "Zay, you've spun quite the yarn. Fabricating terminal stomach cancer just to break free from me? You'll do whatever it takes to walk away, won't you? You've even schemed with the hospital to pull the wool over my eyes!" With that damning statement, Joaquin pronounced Zayla's sentence in the court of their tumultuous relationship.
• Joaquin fiercely slammed the stack of examination reports onto Zayla's hand. The needle protruding from the back of her hand where the liquid dripped punctured a vein, leaving her hand stained with crimson blood.
• The gauze around the area swiftly absorbed the spreading crimson of blood, transforming from pristine white to a deep, ominous red. Despite the injury, Zayla appeared unfazed by the pain, her eyes fluttering open to reveal a calmness that belied the chaos around her.