Chapter 299 Love Letters to Ashes

I never imagined Liam would go this far for Jenny.

To chase her, he would hurt his own wife.

I tried to speak through the agony, but darkness swallowed me.

When I woke up, a sharp pain radiated from the back of my head. I struggled to open my eyes, seeing an unfamiliar ceiling, disoriented.

"Mrs. Luke, you're awake."

A cool voice drifted over.

I turned my head and saw Jenny standing by the bed, holding a medical kit.

She wore a simple white t-shirt and jeans, a high ponytail, no makeup, radiating youth.

"I'm your caregiver, Jenny," she said calmly, her tone detached. "Even though I moved in, please control Mr. Luke. If he crosses the line again, I'll leave immediately."

My chest ached.

How ironic. This girl moves into my house and tells me, the mistress of the house, to "control my husband."

"I want a different caregiver," I rasped.

Jenny acted like she didn't hear me, pulling out a syringe. "I'm giving you an anti-inflammatory shot now."

First attempt, couldn't find the vein.

Second attempt, missed, causing a bump on my hand.

Third attempt, she poked right through, drawing blood.

"If you can't do it, get someone else," I said, my voice trembling with pain.

Hearing this, Jenny's eyes reddened instantly. She retorted stubbornly, "What do you mean? If my grandma wasn't sick, you think I'd want to be here?"

She reached for my hand again, and this time the needle scratched my skin deeply. Blood ran down my pale wrist.

I couldn't take it anymore and shoved her away. "Enough! Don't touch me!"

Jenny stumbled back, knocking over the tray. Glass vials shattered on the floor.

At that moment, the door burst open. Liam strode in.

"What happened?" His gaze darted between us, finally landing on Jenny sitting on the floor. His face darkened.

"If I'm not welcome, I'll leave!" Jenny scrambled up, red-eyed, heading for the door.

Liam grabbed her. "Who said that?"

Jenny struggled. "Your wife! I was kind enough to give her a shot, and she pushed me! I'm just inexperienced, didn't you guys know that from the start?"

Liam looked at my swollen, bleeding hand. A flash of pain crossed his eyes, but when he turned to Jenny, it turned into compromise.

"What will it take for you to stay?" he asked softly.

Jenny lifted her chin. "I hate rich people acting high and mighty. I want her to apologize."

"Paige," Liam turned to me, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Apologize."

I looked at him in disbelief. "She butchered my arm, and I have to apologize?"

Liam's eyes darkened. "If you don't want to, think about your parents' company."

I went cold. "You're threatening me... for her?!"

"Paige, it's just an apology," Liam frowned impatiently. "You won't lose a piece of meat. Do you really want to watch your parents go bankrupt?"

In that moment, I felt a thousand arrows pierce my heart.

I bit my lip until I tasted blood.

Seeing Liam's expression turn colder, realizing he was serious, I forced myself up. Enduring the humiliation, I bowed deeply to Jenny. "I'm sorry."

Jenny frowned. "Do rich people apologize so quietly?"

My nails dug into my palms. I bowed again, raising my voice. "I'm sorry! Are you satisfied now?"

Seeing Jenny nod reluctantly, Liam's face softened. He carefully coaxed her to go get bandaged.

The moment the door closed, I couldn't hold on anymore. I collapsed on the floor, weeping silently.

I pulled a yellowed love letter from under my pillow and lit it with trembling hands.

As the fire consumed the ninety-sixth letter, I remembered sixteen-year-old Liam writing it.

Under the cherry blossom tree on campus, the boy with red ears shoved the letter into my hand and said, "Paige, be with me, okay? I'll treat you well forever."

The flame died out, and the door suddenly opened.

"What are you burning?"