Chapter 8%
Just as the scalpel was about to fall, the operating room doors burst open. Cassandra’s heart skipped a beat. Had Samuel changed his mind? She looked up and saw that it was Trevor, not Samuel.
The doctor with the scalpel in hand, barked at Trevor, “Who are you? How dare you barge into an operating room!“% Trevor ignored him. He femoved his coat, wrapped it around Cassandra, and lifted her into his arms. “Anyone who dares to lay a hand on her will lose their hands.”
Before the doctor could even react, his hand was already crushed by Trevor’s bodyguards. A sickening crack echoed through the room, followed by a bloodcurdling scream.”
Samuel blocked their path as Trevor carried Cassandra towards the exit, his face ice–cold. “Uncle, where are you taking my wife?”
“Wife? What kind of husband forces his wife to donate a kidney to his first love?“”
Samuel’s voice darkened. “This is my family matter. Uncle, you’re overstepping.”
He turned to Cassandra. “Cassandra, who do you choose, me or my uncle?“”
Cassandra laughed coldly, wrapping her arms around Trevor’s neck. Her voice was clear and unwavering. “I choose my uncle. Take me away.”
Just like that, Cassandra was gone, spirited away by Trevor.
Samuel stood frozen, watching them leave. A strange feeling crept into his chest, like something was slipping away forever.”
A few days later, Cassandra was already on a plane to Yeslands. She touched the fresh scar on her stomach, a tear sliding down her cheek. Her kidney was still intact, but the child was gone. Trevor had saved her at the last moment, but the emotional turmoil had caused her to miscarry.”
He had been recuperating at Trevor’s private villa for the past few days. When her parents discovered what had happened, they intended to travel over and exact their vengeance, but she stopped them. Whether it was Samuel or Francesca, she would settle the score herself.
“Samuel, we’re over, but this isn’t the end of our feud.” This was the message Cassandra sent to Samuel just before boarding the plane.[
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Back at the hospital, Samuel had been preoccupied with Francesca. When Cassandra had been taken away, he almost believed that Francesca was on her deathbed. Thankfully, the doctors had made a mistake. Francesca’s kidneys were fine.
Francesca reclined on the hospital bed, all sweetness and understanding. “Sam, why don’t you go check on Cassandra? She hasn’t been back since Mr. Trevor took her away. I’m worried something might have happened to her.“N
Samuel snorted, putting on a show of indifference. “There’s no need to bother with her. We’ve spoiled her rotten, that’s why she dares to run away from home. And after all this time, she can’t even be bothered to send a single text. I won’t forgive her so easily this time. Even if she comes crawling back, begging for my forgiveness, it won’t work!”
Francesca’s lips twisted into a delighted sneer as he noticed Samuel’s developing anger for Cassandra. “Sigh… I just hope she won’t hate me.“/
Samuel frowned. “The doctor misdiagnosed you. What does this have to do with you? Besides, she still has both her kidneys. What right does she have to blame you?“”
Just then, Samuel’s phone buzzed with a new message. It was from Cassandra. “Samuel, we’re over, but this isn’t the end of our feud.“%
His expression instantly darkened. Francesca noticed the change in his demeanor. “Sam, what’s wrong?”
“Ignore her. She’s just acting out again.” Though he spoke indifferently, he still replied to her message. “Cassandra, come back before I really get angry!“!!
Unfortunately, the message was never sent. Instead, a red exclamation mark appeared beside it. He had been blocked. Samuel’s composure finally cracked. His hands trembled as he clenched his phone. “Francesca, I need to go home. I’ll visit you later.”
“Sam. Francesca called after him, but Samuel was already gone. He had never left her side so abruptly. A sense of unease settled in Francesca’s heart.”
When Samuel arrived at their house, he found the front door key on the dining table. “So that’s why she hasn’t been home lately. She forgot her key. How can a grown woman be so careless?”
He went inside, a nagging feeling that something was amiss. He loosened his tie in frustration, his gaze drifting aimlessly around the room, and then noticed it. The wedding photo Cassandra had insisted on taking was gone.”
His heart skipped a beat. He rushed to the closet and flung it open. Cassandra’s side was bare; not a single piece of clothing remained.
He checked the vanity, the bedside table, even the spot where she kept her silly little drawings. Everything was gone. Anything and everything that belonged to Cassandra had vanished without a trace.
For the first time, Samuel felt a pang of panic. His hands trembled as he dialed Cassandra’s number, but he only heard the cold, robotic voice. “I’m sorry, the number you dialed does not exist.”
“Doesn’t exist? Cassandra, what kind of game are you playing this time?” Samuel threw his phone against the wall, shattering it into pieces. He didn’t believe it. Cassandra loved him so much. How could she leave him? Suddenly, he spotted a small wooden box on the vanity.
A sense of relief flooded him. This must be her way of leaving herself a retreat. She was afraid she had gone too far, so she must have left something behind for him. He froze the moment he opened the box.
8.02 AM
