Chapter 175:

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Emily’s POV

I just visited my dad. His condition is getting worse, and the doctors informed me that he can’t feel anything anymore. I’m not sad. I’m not regretful. I just feel like I’m doing the natural thing a daughter would do for her dying father—getting him the best treatment, regardless of whether he’s going to make it or not.

My dad never apologized for the wrongs he did to me. He didn’t tell me he regretted killing his own grandchild. He never gave me any reason, not even a pathetic excuse, for killing the love of my life.

I loathe him for so long, and I still loathe him now that he’s dying.

Am I a bad daughter if I say I’m waiting for his death, and I won’t cry when it happens? Am I a bad daughter if I say I won’t regret letting him go like this?

I don’t want to dwell in the past and drown in the pain, but now that he’s struggling to survive, I feel like it’s his karma catching up with him.

I opened the door of my car, but someone suddenly pushed it closed. Annoyed, I expected it to be the person who never fails to annoy me every single day.

“What now, Matt—” My words disappeared when I saw a man standing beside me. His face looked exactly like Matt Foster’s, but I could feel that he was a different person.

His jaw clenched as his eyes sharpened after hearing his twin brother’s name.

“So, I was right. You’re always with Matt. What are you doing to my brother, huh?”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Don’t worry. Soon he’ll introduce me to your family. Don’t get too excited.”

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His forehead creased. “What the f*ck are you talking about, whore?”

My face immediately turned blank from his foul mouth. No one had ever called me a whore before. He was the only one.

I slapped him angrily, my eyes narrowing. “You don’t have the right to insult me, Mason Foster. I’m not doing anything to your brother. He’s the one who kept bothering me.”

He licked his bottom lip and laughed mockingly as his sharp eyes locked on me again. “What? You don’t like being called a whore? You are one, aren’t you? My brother picked you up from a whore bar. You’re nothing but a dirty woman who wants his money.”

I slapped him again, this time with a push. “You bastard! You don’t even know me! Go ahead and investigate me, asshole! I’m richer than you, just so you know.

And I don’t give a damn about your fcking brother. It was him who got so fcking addicted to my body. He even insisted on making me his girlfriend. So, if you can convince your stupid brother, tell him to leave me the hell alone because I don’t f*cking like him!”

I got in my car and gritted my teeth as I gripped the steering wheel. I don’t know if it’s because he has the same face as the man I’m starting to like, or if I’m just becoming overly affected by the hurtful words being thrown at me.

I felt a lone tear roll down my cheek and immediately wiped it away, frustrated.

Why am I crying? He insulted me. I shouldn’t care. That asshole is a complete stranger. I don’t even have any connection to him, so why am I letting this bother me?

I jumped in shock when someone sat in the passenger seat. My lips parted as I saw Matt looking at me with a smile, but his expression quickly faded when he saw my face. His eyes widened just slightly.

“What happened to you?”

I pressed my lips together and rolled my eyes. I assumed he didn’t witness his brother insulting me.

“Nothing. Get out. I’m going home.”

“I’m going home too, so I’ll stay here.”

My forehead creased. “You’re going home? To my house, you mean?”

He stared at me with a serious expression. “Yes. So what?”

I clenched my jaw. “What can’t you understand, Matt? I don’t like you! I don’t want to be with you! I don’t f*cking need you in my home, or in my life!”

His lips parted as he stared at me, and I held his gaze, my eyes sharp. My heart was racing, pounding in my chest. I felt like I might lose consciousness at any moment.

It… hurts. I know I shouldn’t let Mason’s words affect me, but after everything I’ve been through, even a single painful word can feel like it’s slicing through my heart, breaking it into pieces. My heart was supposed to be stronger by now, but instead, it feels vulnerable. I don’t understand why. Or maybe it’s because I thought I had finally found someone I could rely on, but the most important person in his life couldn’t accept me.

He clenched his jaw and remained silent for a few seconds. “We’ll talk when you calm down. For now, go home and take a rest.”

I watched him silently get out of my car. I swallowed hard, biting my bottom lip as I gripped the steering wheel tighter.

I squeezed my eyes shut and looked down, trying to calm myself. After a few moments, I started the engine and drove off toward my condo unit.

This is insane. I was lonely without Kelly and Snow, but when Matt stayed here for those two days, I felt alive. Now I’m alone again. I don’t know what’s wrong. The loneliness is eating at me again. It’s making me lose my sense of self, and I feel… down.

I guess I’ll just have to get used to being alone again. Kelly deserves to be happy, so I won’t blame her for my loneliness. She should be with the man she wants to marry. And me? I guess I’m meant to be… alone.

Alone. After taking a long bath, I fell asleep on the couch without eating dinner. I didn’t even care that my stomach was grumbling with hunger. I only woke up when I felt someone gently caressing my cheek. As I opened my eyes, my heart skipped a beat in nervousness when I saw a familiar pair of eyes looking down at me. What was he doing here?

My eyes widened in shock as I whispered his name, “K-Klay…”

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