The sun wasn't too bright today, with leaden gray clouds completely blocking it, making the world feel dull.
Isabella Scott had been in the hospital room for a month, and she felt like it had been a century, all because of the man in front of her.
"Charles Anderson, are you happy seeing me like this?" Isabella felt a twist in her heart from the first day she lay in that bed, from the moment she accepted her disfigurement and the knowledge that her kidneys would fail completely in three months.
"You brought all this upon yourself."
"Charles, have you forgotten that I once saved your life? Are you really willing to see me live in regret forever?"
Charles Anderson looked at her with full disdain: "Save my life? Hmph, you indeed staged a scene, a scene to save me, but it was a setup."
Isabella's cloudy eyes shrank sharply; he actually knew.
