After His Eighth Substitute, I Married the Mafia King

Chapter 3

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Panic seized me. I pounded furiously on the glass. "Let me out!"

Julian rolled over, glanced at me, and as those delicate arms wrapped around his neck, he went right back at it.

Knowing I was watching, he went on longer and harder than ever.

Finally, Chloe climbed off the bed with trembling legs and unlocked the balcony door.

"Look at her, Julian! She made all that noise on purpose just to ruin our mood!"

I dropped to my knees before Julian. "Please let me go to the hospital! Something happened to my mom!"

Chloe sneered, "You're just jealous! You had to bring up your mom right when we were having fun!"

"She's just a vegetable anyway. It'd be better if she died! What bad luck!"

Julian listened without batting an eye. He walked back into the room and came out, hurling the filthy, stained bedsheet right into my face.

"Wash it clean!"

They locked me out of the suite.

In desperation, I tied the sheet to the window frame and slid down, crashing heavily onto the ground below.

Rain poured over my legs as blood spread across the pavement.

The mansion was halfway up the mountain, where no taxis ever came. I had no choice but to sprint down the hill in the dark.

The moment I reached the base of the mountain, I collapsed in front of a black Bentley.

A man stepped out of the car, opening an umbrella above my head.

He drove me straight to the hospital. At the entrance, he said, "If you can't take it anymore, come to me."

I thanked him frantically and rushed toward the operating room.

But I was too late.

"Why are you only arriving now?! She's already gone. Coming now won't do anything!" the nurse said furiously.

A sharp pain tore through my chest, and my vision went black.

When I woke up, the nurse chewed me out. "What kind of ungrateful daughter are you? Cutting off your mother's most crucial imported medication! No wonder her heart gave out..."

That was when I found out Julian's assistant had visited the hospital and discontinued her medication to 'cut expenses.'

I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. I had killed her.