Chapter 39 Absolutely Merciless

His tall, sturdy figure was as still as a statue.

Every cell in this man's body was seeped with his coldness.

"Dewitt, do you...hate me?" Corlia cried, her eyes laced with resentment and hurt. "Do you hate me so much that you wouldn't answer my call, even knowing I would hurt myself? Being so cold as to ignore me..."

Corlia's words had Shirley sigh silently in her corner of the ward.

...

She did not understand why Dewitt so desperately dragged her in here. Did he just want her to watch this exchange happen?

So Corlia's call from yesterday night was saying she would attempt suicide, yet Dewitt did not even do anything about it.

...

As if Corlia's suicide attempt was a casual statement about the weather.

She suddenly sympathised with Corlia. Being A City's mayor's daughter, what man would not give anything to be her partner?

Why did she have to love someone as heartless as Dewitt?

"Dewitt, is it me? What do I have to do to make you love me?"