Chapter 4

The artificial eye was still a foreign object to me, causing excruciating pain every few days.

The doctor told me there was a special medicine that might stabilize my condition.

Otherwise, at this rate, I wouldn't live past six months.

But I had long since become a stay-at-home wife for love, with almost all financial power in Lucas's hands.

But I didn't want to die yet.

So I opened my phone and called him.

But it was always busy.

Until the last time, he hung up directly.

I laughed and told the doctor to forget it.

Leaving the hospital, my phone died, and the sky started pouring rain.

My artificial eye had limited vision in the rain.

But I could vaguely make out the father and son celebrating Lily's birthday at a dessert shop.

They were smearing cream on each other's faces, looking as happy as in a romantic drama.

But they usually hated sweets.

As the rain trickled down my hair, I laughed bitterly, again and again.

It turns out they didn't dislike sweets. They just needed someone who could make them eat sweets.

The continuous exposure to cold made me develop a high fever as soon as I got home.

The artificial eye was still a foreign object, often making it difficult for me to sleep at night.

But now, because of the fever, I dozed off in a daze.

I hadn't slept long before someone woke me up.

Lucas brought me a small cake.

"Here, Charlie and I brought you a strawberry cake. Wasn't it your favorite before?"

The old trick of giving a sweet after a slap.

I looked into his eyes and said calmly.

"That was before. I don't like it anymore."

Lucas frowned.

"Olivia Johnson, what exactly do you want to say?"

I told him.

"Lucas Carter, give me $300,000."

Surprised by my sudden request, Lucas was clearly bewildered.

But before I could respond, Lily chimed in playfully.

"I know why. There's a new designer bag that costs exactly $300,000! Olivia must want to buy a bag!"

"Throwing such a tantrum just for a bag, Olivia, you're being so unreasonable."

Lucas's eyes were full of mockery.

"So you've been acting up all this time just to buy a bag. Olivia Johnson, I didn't know you've become so vain and materialistic."

Charlie also chimed in.

"That's right, why should such a gold-digger stay in our house!"

The three of them righteously accused me, and I laughed self-mockingly.

Yes, a bag.

They only knew that $300,000 was the price of a bag.

But they didn't know that $300,000 was also the price of my life.

Lily walked up with a smile, stirring up more trouble.

"Oh, don't say that. Olivia is an orphan, with no mother to teach her. It's normal to have some bad habits."

At the mention of my mother, my brain couldn't even think before I instinctively slapped her.

Lily wailed and fell into Lucas's arms.

Lucas was instantly enraged and pointed at my nose, cursing fiercely.

"Olivia Johnson, apologize!"

"Otherwise, you can forget about getting this money!"

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, making it difficult to breathe.

Enduring the high fever, I propped myself up and looked at this man I had loved for seven years.

Over the years, his appearance had barely changed, but his heart had become completely unrecognizable.

In an instant, I didn't want the money anymore.

I didn't want him or Charlie either.