He Suffered From Depression After I Died

I nodded, turned around, and left with my bag.

When I got into the elevator, I couldn't help crying.

Tears fell on the back of my hand, as heavy and fast as the rain outside.

Why would the house my parent left me belong to Robert?

Robert knew it very well.

When my parents died in a car accident, all my relatives showed up in Lyon.

They blocked me at my parents' funeral, holding various bills and recordings in their hands, and forced me to pay back the money for my parents.

Otherwise, they wouldn't allow my parents to be buried.

My parents borrowed money from them to take on a big project, and I should pay back the debt.

But many of them were lying. They came just for money.

At that time, Robert, who had just turned eighteen years old, dealt with them for me after he had almost cleaned up the mess of the Park family.

After that, I was afraid that they would target me again, so I made the property my parents left me as our common property.

I also wanted to do my best to make it up to him.

If it weren't for my birthday, his parents wouldn't have come back with my parents, and they wouldn't have died in that car accident.

Robert and I grew up together.

We also had an engagement that we made when we were young.

He would never bully me.

It thought it was ridiculous now.

People were fickle. No one and nothing could be completely trusted.

I walked out of the community in a daze and found a hotel to stay in.

In my dream, I just felt myself getting more and more dizzy, and there was a faint smell of blood at the tip of my nose.

I raised my hand and touched it, and then I vaguely realized that it was blood coming from my nose.

Even my mouth was filled with blood.

I sat up on the bed with my arms and walked to the bathroom in the darkness.

After a short while, the tissue I used to block the blood was soaked.

I looked at myself who was thin in the mirror and smiled slightly.

Robert hated me.

If he knew I was going to die, he would be happy, right?

I was diagnosed with acute leukemia during a physical examination more than a month ago.

At that time, the doctor looked gloomy and looked at me with pity.

He told me that I could only live for another six months at most, and even if there was a suitable bone marrow, it would be of no use to a patient with an acute illness like me.

He also told me that I needed someone to take care of me, otherwise I might suffocate to death in my sleep due to the blood blocking my throat.

I turned on the faucet with trembling hands and soaked my head in the ice water, hoping that the cold water would stop my bleeding.

Unfortunately, until the white porcelain basin turned blood red, my nose was still bleeding.

I took the phone and wanted to call the ambulance.

My cell phone just happened to ring, and it was from Robert.

Just like a a drowning person, I anxiously pressed the answer button with shaking hands, and even my tears flowed uncontrollably again.

Robert's mocking voice came, "Didn't you ask me to meet you at 10 o'clock today morning? Cathy, how dare you play tricks on me?"

At the same time, Winnie's soft voice sounded, "Cathy must have forgotten to set the alarm. Robert, don't be too angry."

I wanted to deny.

But blood flowed up my throat.

I couldn't help but cough violently, staining the entire mirror with blood.

There was a busy tone in the phone.

The sounds hit my heart.

I was terribly cold.

The ambulance came quickly, but before I could go to the hospital, I had to settle the hotel bill.

"Hey, isn't this Ms. Perry?"

As soon as I finished explaining my purpose, someone patted my shoulder.

I turned my head and saw Edward Farrow and Maria Norton holding his arm.

"Well, Cathy is married to Robert now, so she probably looks down on you now as her ex-boyfriend."

I forgot that this hotel belonged to the Norton family.

Edward looked at me with guilt and uneasiness in his eyes, but just like he did back then, he didn't say a word to defend me.

At this moment, the front desk brought out the bill and said, "Ms. Perry, the total is fifteen thousand dollars."

How could a pillow and a bed sheet be so expensive?

They cost fifteen thousand dollars, but I only had 50 thousand dollars in my card now.

"What's wrong? Did Robert abandon you? Can't you even afford 15 thousand dollars?"

Maria looked at me sarcastically.

I held the card so hard that my fingers turned pale.

Maria and Winnie had a very good relationship, so Maria should have known about my divorce from Robert.

I handed the card to the front desk and said, "Robert and I haven't finished our divorce procedure yet. Is Winnie impatient? Did she send you out to yell at me?"

Maria was so angry that she wanted to hit me.

I turned my head and stared at her coldly, saying, "Do you dare to hit me?"

I was still Robert's wife. If she hit me, she would humiliate the Park family.

Maria's face turned pale.

But I didn't have time to appreciate it. I could feel that the tampon in my nasal cavity had been soaked with blood.