Chapter 114

"Mr. Sullivan?" The nurse changing the sheets didn't look up, her tone indifferent.

"Yes! Is he out of danger?" Susan Thompson pressed urgently.

"Mr. Sullivan has been discharged," another nurse answered with an impatient glance.

Susan's heart dropped. "Discharged? When?"

"His family handled the paperwork this morning." The nurse yanked off the old sheets, voice flat. "Heard he was transferred abroad for treatment."

Susan froze. Her phone buzzed—a text from Nathan Foster: "Mr. Sullivan is gone. In the morgue."

Her fingers trembled uncontrollably. Darkness clouded her vision.

That bright, smiling young man would never call her "Susu" again.

She had promised to be his bride.

But yesterday, Andrew Lucas had taken her by force.

Had her betrayal killed him?

The phone rang abruptly. Torey Smith's voice was apologetic. "Ms. Thompson, the 'Enchanted Love' endorsement... Mr. Lucas pressured me. I had to replace you."

Susan bit her lip until blood filled her mouth.

"It's fine," she replied mechanically.

This was Ethan Sullivan's last wish for her. Now, even that was gone.

The icy wind cut deep, but she felt nothing. Until Nathan appeared at her apartment door, holding a sandalwood box.

"Ms. Thompson." His voice was hoarse. "Before he left... he wanted to stay with you."

Susan took the urn with shaking hands. Its weight nearly buckled her knees.

"He asked me to tell you..." Nathan's eyes were red. "Live well."

The turn of the lock was unnaturally loud. As Susan stepped inside, Nicole Capra's voice slithered through the air:

"Sister, aren't you going to invite me in to meet your new... roommate?"

She turned. Nicole strode past her in stilettos, uninvited.