Chapter 6
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She had never seen Raymond in such a state.
In her memories, he was always the picture of calm and composure.
There was once when his arm was cut deeply by glass, exposing the bone, and even while getting stitches without anesthesia, he only slightly furrowed his brows without even a single groan.
But now, panic filled his eyes, and his voice trembled. "Calm down, if you want money or anything else, I can give it to you, just don't hurt her."
"Money? My wife's gone, what good is money!"
The man roared, his agitation growing, "People in this place killed my wife! I want all of you to pay for her life!"
The doctor beside him quickly explained, "Sir, your wife was already in the late stages of cancer. We really did our best!"
"She only had a headache. How could it be late-stage cancer? You quack dare to lie!" The man completely lost his mind. His wrist pressed down, and the knife instantly drew a thin line of blood on Irene's neck.
"No!" Raymond rushed forward two steps, but was stopped by the security guards. He stared at the bloodstain, the red veins in his eyes becoming more pronounced. "Take me instead. Let her go."
"I'll kill her first, then you!" The man sneered. "I want all of your lives!"
The negotiation reached an impasse. Irene's tears flowed freely, and her neck kept bleeding.
Suddenly, Raymond wrenched free from the security guard's grip and snatched a surgical knife from a nearby cart.
Before anyone could react, he held the knife and stabbed it fiercely into his own abdomen.
With a sickening sound, blood instantly soaked through his white shirt.
He collapsed to his knees, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Irene. "I give my life to you..."
The man was stunned, his grip on the knife loosened, his eyes filled with disbelief.
In those few seconds of shock, the surrounding security guards immediately rushed up, pinned him down, and seized the fruit knife.
Irene fell to the ground, crawling desperately to Raymond's side, her cries heart-wrenching. "Raymond! How could you be so foolish? Don't you dare die!"
Raymond's face was ghostly pale, yet he raised his hand, gently wiping her tears with blood-stained fingers, his voice weak but resolute. "Don't cry. You saved me back then, I'm willing to die for you."
A flash of guilt flickered in Irene's eyes, quickly buried under a fresh wave of grief.
As Raymond was being carried onto the hospital bed, he was still instructing staff. "First check Irene's injury..."
Serena didn't know why she remained rooted to the spot.
Like an outsider, she'd watched this entire drama that once again proved Raymond's profound affection.
It wasn't until the operating room light came on, and much later, the doctor emerged to say he was out of danger.
Only then did she slowly turn around and walk out of the hospital step by step.
The image of Raymond risking his life for Irene would probably become her last memory of him.
But this memory would no longer cause her heartache. It would only confirm that leaving was the right choice.
Serena first went to the Scott estate, gazing at the house she had painstakingly filled.
When she first moved in, it was as cold and lifeless as Raymond himself, devoid of any sign of life.
She changed the curtains to warm colors, chose soft sofa covers, placed a tatami mat on the balcony, and even the paintings on the walls were selected based on Raymond's offhand remarks about his preferences.
At that time, Raymond just furrowed his brows slightly, without a word of objection, as if he silently permitted her intrusion.
At that time, she thought he had embraced her presence.
But now she understood, he didn't accept it; he just simply didn't care.
He didn't care what the house looked like, nor did he care how much effort she put into it.
She went back to the bedroom and packed only the things she had brought with her before the marriage.
She left untouched the gifts Raymond had given her over the past seven years. If you could even call them gifts.
They were things she'd shamelessly begged for.
On every holiday, she would present carefully chosen gifts, like a watch worth millions or a scarf she knitted herself, and then she would pester Raymond for a return gift.
Raymond would merely transfer money to her, and Serena would buy gifts herself, pretending they were from Raymond.
What was the point of trying to preserve things that didn't belong to her?
As she pulled her suitcase to the doorway, Leo, the butler, asked, "Madam, where are you going?"
Serena managed a forced smile. "Leo, I'm getting a divorce from Raymond."
"Why?" Leo stepped forward urgently, his tone anxious. "Although Mr. Scott is cold by nature, he does care about you. He even asked me to..."
"He's found that person," Serena interrupted him, gripping the suitcase handle tightly, "the one who saved his life, the one he's waited over twenty years for."
Leo's words caught in his throat, his mouth opened, but finally, he just sighed.
Serena pulled her suitcase and left the place she had called home for seven years.
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