Chapter 260

They were getting married.

Susan Thompson's fingers turned white as she clenched the medicine bottle. Even though she had resolved to cut ties with Andrew Lucas long ago, the news still pierced her heart like a blade.

The eighteenth of next month—only twenty-eight days away.

Her lips curled into a faint, bitter smile. "Was it really necessary for you to come all this way just to tell me, Mr. Lucas?"

"Who you marry is none of my concern." She lifted her chin. "Even if it's a dog."

"Leave the key." She held out her palm. "Breaking and entering is a crime."

Dark emotions churned in Andrew's eyes. Ever since that night, he hadn't slept properly.

How could she act so unaffected?

"Did you seduce Alexander Grant for Henry Bartley?" He shoved her against the door. "Aren't you afraid the truth will come out?"

"The truth?" Susan laughed coldly. "Your version of the truth has always come from Nicole Capra."

"At least Alexander was willing to hear me out."

Andrew's gaze turned to ice. "In your eyes, is everyone better than me?"

"Yes." Her voice was barely a whisper. "You disappointed me the most."

"Then let's part ways for good."

Those words ignited his fury. He crushed his lips against hers, the taste of blood blooming between them.

"Nicole won't mind." His voice dripped with sarcasm. "She's so generous."

Susan suddenly coughed violently, blood seeping through her fingers and staining his white shirt.

"Hospital!" He panicked, trying to wipe it away.

"Don't bother." She pushed him back. "Even if I die, it's none of your business."

Andrew froze. As the cold wind rushed in from the hallway, he heard himself say, "A woman like you—the world would be better off without you."

When he turned away, something warm trailed down his cheek.