My pleas struck a chord with Frederick. The truth was, he didn’t want a divorce. He even liked it when I got jealous. Yet, he couldn’t stand how stubborn I
was.
So, back then, he ignored my cries and stepped into the helicopter without looking back.
Now, regret gnawed at him. He never should’ve left me there for five whole months.
Inside the room, the argument raged on.
Without a second thought, Frederick kicked the door open and stormed in.
The doctor froze when he saw Frederick. In the next second, he dropped to his knees, pleading, “Mr. Burke, I’m begging you. Please save me! We’ve both been exposed!
“I heard there’s a drug overseas that might cure it. I’ll work for you for free! Please get it for me. I don’t want to die-”
Frederick launched him across the room with a single kick. The man hit the wall with a yelp.
Then, he grabbed a vase and smashed it over the doctor’s head, each blow landing with brutal force.
“You don’t want to die? Neither does Anastasia!” Frederick roared. “If it weren’t for you two, our relationship wouldn’t be falling apart! She’d still be with me, alive and well! Now, she’s wasting away!”
Colette, perhaps sensing the end was near, screamed at him, “Spare me the faithful–lover act, Frederick Burke! Do you think you’re innocent in all this? If you’d used your brain back then, you’d have realized I couldn’t get brain trauma from falling onto grass.
“Don’t tell me you never suspected anything. You just didn’t want to get to the bottom of things!”
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