I Died In His Great Love

Once Sydney was involved, William lost all reason.

The pity he had for me disappeared in an instant.

He continued to scold me, but Sydney finally interrupted with a sweet voice, “It’s okay, William. Ellen is not that kind of person. I know you feel sorry for me, but don’t blame her.”

William immediately shut his mouth.

But he still said coldly, “You remember to attend Sydney’s reception banquet tomorrow.”

After I got home, I took a handful of painkillers to stop the abdominal pain.

Then, I started to open my diary and record the grievances of the day.

After William sent Sydney home, the first thing he did was to say, “Don’t dress too showy tomorrow. After all, Sydney is the protagonist.”

I silently picked out a plain long dress and put it on. William nodded with satisfaction after seeing it.

The next day, I caught a glimpse of Sydney, who was as delicate and dazzling as a rose.

William’s eyes were already straight.

After coughing a few times, William came to his senses and awkwardly took me to a seat.

“I’m not telling you, Sydney. You abandoned William and went abroad because you thought he was poor. Why are you coming back now that he’s prosperous? I remember that your boyfriend abroad was bankrupt. Are you anxious to find a new home?”

Suddenly, a sharp and sarcastic voice sounded.

Sydney’s face turned pale instantly.

But I counted silently for three seconds.

Sure enough, William dropped a beer bottle to the man’s feet in the second.

“If you can’t speak, get out. Sydney is not that kind of person. She only went abroad because she was sick.”

I almost laughed at this lame excuse.

William believed in everything in order to forgive Sydney openly.

How could Sydney be sick?

In the past few years, even when she was abroad, she never forgot to call me one after another, cursing me as a bastard and a bitch.

“William, I’m fine. Don’t be angry.”

Only Sydney could calm the angry William.

Just like when William blew his classmate’s head off in order to support Sydney.

At that time, I cried and rushed up to him to stop, but he pushed me away viciously.

“Do you have the right to speak? Don’t think that just because you are Sydney’s sister, you can tell me what to do!”

Sydney patted William’s hand tenderly, then poured a full glass of wine and said to me, “Thank you all for taking care of William over the years. The one I want to thank most is Ellen, my sister. Come on, sister, let me toast you.”

Obviously, William was my husband, but she was thanking me for taking care of William for her.

The provocation was already so obvious, but William still looked at me steadily and said, “I’m toasting you a drink, just drink it.”

I felt sad and said lightly, “I don’t know how to drink.”

William’s face turned cold.

“Did you forget when you were hospitalized with stomach bleeding to stop me from drinking? Ellen, how many times have I told you not to target Sydney?”

I didn’t know from what standpoint William said this.

When I was hospitalized, he stood by my bedside with red eyes and said, “Ellen, I will never let you touch a drop of wine again. We will never suffer this injustice again!”

With a bitter smile, I picked up the glass and drank it all.

Almost as soon as the strong drink entered my throat, I felt a burning pain in my stomach.