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"Are you insane?You're allergic to dairy!"
I sniffed, shoved the last bite into my mouth, and grinned.
I finished it.
Will you let me go now?
Nathan's expression crumbled, looking almost defeated.
"Are you that desperate to get away from me?"
I nodded. His voice sounded weary as he let go.
"Go. I'll arrange for specialists for your grandma."
I paused and shook my head.
He would never understand what I meant.
After leaving the bakery, Claire chased after me.
"Sarah, don't take it this far. I know you're mad because Nathan ignored you for three months, but he was caring for your grandma…"
"And I helped you out behind the scenes. Don't be stubborn…"
I stared coldly.
No wonder Nathan thought I hadn't suffered—Claire had portrayed herself as my savior.
I hit her head, and she"helped"me.
How noble of her.
Her necklace caught the light.
It annoyed me.
I stepped forward, pulled it off, and slapped her.
A necklace bought with someone's life savings—does it feel good to wear?
Claire froze, stunned by what happened.
As I raised my hand again, Nathan rushed out, grabbing me.
"Sarah!Don't push it!"
"I let you go—what else do you want?Claire's done nothing to you!"
"She forgave you and helped you, and you repay her like this?"
I tried to break free from his grip, but my strength faded.
Red rashes appeared on my hand where Nathan held me.
Exhaustion overwhelmed me, and I collapsed. He caught me.
"Sarah!"
"Take her to the hospital!Now!"
I felt him help me into the car, his tense face flashing before my eyes.
I woke up in a hospital room.
I hated being here.
My parents'bodies were taken out of this place. My grandmother died here.
The door opened. Nathan's voice sounded relief.
"Are you awake?"
He sat beside me. "Why didn't you tell me you aren't able to speak?"
"The doctor says it's temporary, caused by emotional trauma."
I glared and grabbed a pen and paper, writing one word.
Leave.
He froze, then gritted his teeth. "Sarah, have I been too kind to you?"
"Your grandma's in the hospital. Do you want her to see you like this?"
My face stayed blank. He dialed a number barked, "Is Sarah Collins's grandma still in ICU?"
A hesitant voice replied, "Mr. Brooks, Ms. Collins already collected her grandma's ashes."
Nathan blinked, looking confused. "What?"
"Mr. Brooks, the patient was critical. You stopped funding and suspended treatment for a week. Without specialists, she passed away a few nights ago."
"Ms. Collins collected the ashes personally. Didn't she tell you?"
