Elijah's face turned pale in an instant.
"Elijah," I said, looking him straight in the eye, each word deliberate. "Aren't you the one who hates mistresses the most? Didn't your mother kill herself because of depression caused by your father's mistress? Didn't you say you'd never forgive anyone who gets between a couple? How does it feel to become exactly what you despise?"
He stood frozen, the light in his eyes slowly dying out. He lowered his head and walked away, leaving only a lonely silhouette behind.
I stood there, staring at the empty corner, and slowly let out a breath.
The surgery lasted 6 hours. The surgeon walked out, pulled off his mask, and nodded at me.
"The surgery was a success. If she passes the 72-hour observation period, there's a strong chance she'll wake up."
I cr
