Dizziness washed over me.
When I regained my senses, I found myself staring into Ryan’s cold eyes.
“Ryan, it hurts! Help me!”
“Don’t worry; I’ll get you to the hospital! You’ll be okay!”
He held her tightly, panic etched across his face. He even stepped on my hand in his haste. I yelped in pain, but he didn’t even glance in my direction.
At that moment, I understood the stark difference between love and indifference.
I had to admit that I had been fooling myself all along.
She had a miscarriage and a broken arm, and now Ryan felt justified in slicing my arm and locking me away in a pitch-black basement to torture me.
He didn’t care about the truth; he only cared that I had harmed Lorelei, and he needed to avenge her.
In his eyes, I was nothing.
“But… what about the wedding? I don’t want them to see you make a fool of yourself!”
Lorelei looked at Ryan with tear-filled eyes, her voice choked with emotion.
“Mr. Wolfe, maybe I should—”
Ryan’s assistant started to speak up, but his phone rang urgently, cutting him off.
“Any updates? What?!”
The assistant’s face went pale as he ended the call, hesitantly starting to speak.
“Mr. Wolfe, Ms. Harding has been found. But…”
“But what? Stop dragging this on and just spit it out! Is Alexis really dead?”
Ryan urged impatiently, his eyes cold.
Finally, the assistant stammered out the truth.
“M-Ms. Harding… she’s dead. Our men found her body!”
At the words, a flicker of doubt crossed Ryan’s face but quickly vanished.
He scoffed, unconcerned. “She could’ve picked a better excuse! Lorelei saw her out gallivanting with that other guy. Now you tell me she’s dead? Do you think I’m an idiot?”
“No! Mr. Wolfe, Ms. Harding is really dead!”
His assistant insisted desperately, but no one paid him any mind.
Ryan had already taken Lorelei’s hand, leading her into the event hall.
