Connor had survived. He was not in any life‑threatening danger. But then word reached Ella that he had tried to cut his wrists in the hospital.
When she arrived, doctors were just finishing bandaging his wrist.
"Ella… you're here." He panicked and tried to hide his hand behind his back. "I never thought I'd wake up again…"
Ella stood there quietly, watching him for a moment, her voice cold and flat, "Connor, what are you pretending for?"
Connor’s whole body went rigid. All color drained from his face in an instant.
"Do you really think this will make me softhearted? Yes, you saved me, but why did Lily want to kill me in the first place? Wasn't it because of you? Did you imagine I'd be grateful to you for this?
"Also… if you really wanted to die, why did you do it in the hospital? Wha
