My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 55

I love you, to the moon and back.

This was the sweetest thing Nicholas had ever said to me.

I could tell he was waiting for my response. However, with my fingers tightly clutching the phone, I couldn't bring myself to say anything.

I was helpless in the face of his patient wait, and the conflict in my heart was tearing me apart.

Thus, I pursed my lips and said, "You're ridiculous."

That was not my intention, but I did hurt him. He was silent for a moment before saying, "Good night and have a good rest. I'll return to Bryxton once my mother's condition improves."

Concerned, I asked, "What happened to her?"

"Early stage of stomach cancer. She needs surgery."

Cancer again…

I extended my hand to wrap around my stomach. Unusually softening my tone, I murmured, "Early stages of cancer can be treated. Don't be too worried."

"Sure. You have to take care too…" Nicholas came to a sudden halt at that. "Two of the most important

women in my life are down with cancer, yet I can't do anything about it," he said after a long pause.

His voice was low and his tone conveyed a sense of helplessness. "Why do you love me?" I inquired hesitantly.

He did not answer, so I pressed, "You have no recollection of our past and we have only known each other for a few days. You fell in love with me in just a few days?"

Or perhaps, he did not lose his memories at all.

His amnesia was too doubtful to be accepted as it was, after all.

Suddenly, he returned my question, "Do you love me?"

"No," I replied reflexively.

"Then wait until you love me before asking the question."

That rendered me speechless.

Nicholas immediately hung up the phone, and I threw my phone on the bed in rage. I suddenly remembered that I had just vomited out all of the drugs so I stood up, put on my shoes, and took the drugs again.

Whatever happened, I could never stop the drugs.

I had to survive everything and try to live as long as possible.

Tonight, I couldn't sleep again. I had no idea why I had been having such difficulty falling asleep recently. I could only forcefully close my eyes.

I finally fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning. The next day, a call from an unknown number woke me up.

When I picked up the phone, I noticed it was a call from Ashere. "Who are you?" I asked, frowning as I took the phone and placed it beside my ear.

"Guess who I am," the person asked me back.

It was a deep voice with a bitter undertone.

Such a ridiculous call. Perplexed, I asked, "It shows that the number is from Ashere. Who exactly are you?"

However, he repeated, "Guess who I am."

"Are you playing a prank on me?" I raised my tone and asked.

"Renee Felix, who is that free to prank you?"

He knew my name!

With my legs crossed, I asked cautiously, "Are you not saying who you are? If that's the case, I am

hanging up the phone now."

"You won't live long, Renee."

His hoarse voice was terrible, full of bitterness and exuding a creepy aura. I was terrified by the mumbling but clear voice of a middle-aged man.

I knew I wouldn't live for long; that was true!

But how did he know this?

I quickly ended the call, and a deep sense of insecurity arose in my heart. I was sincerely hoping it was a prank.

But if it was just a prank, how did he know my name?

"Renee, you won't live long." The words he said sounded like a curse to me.

After the conversation ended, I immediately copied the number and sent it to Gary for his further investigation. Within ten minutes, I received his call.

Anxiously, I asked, "Did you manage to get anything?"

To that, he replied, "President Felix, this is a phone card with no identity. I learned from the sales team that this card was activated just three days ago, and the only call he made was the one to you just now."

"Can't you get any other information?" I asked.

"I can find out from where the card was purchased, but it is possible that it wasn't bought by him personally. I need more time on this."

"Follow up on this matter."

Then, I told him, "He had earlier asked me to guess who he was. I thought it was a prank, but he knew who I was. He even predicted that I wouldn't live long… He should be someone who is familiar with my physical condition."

"Could that be Leon, President Felix?"

It wasn't until Gary mentioned this name that I remembered there was someone like this in the Felix Family. I hadn't communicated with him in a long time.

In fact, there was no necessity for me to contact him as well.

He was my uncle's adopted child and was picked up from the streets. From what I remembered, he often mixed around with indecent guys. My uncle had arranged some work for him, but he never saw through them. Instead, he spent most of his time mingling with the hooligans on the streets.

My uncle accused him of being a wastrel and when Leon reached the age of majority, they severed all ties. After that, I never saw him again.

Even when my uncle died in the plane crash nine years ago, Leon did not attend the funeral. He did not regard himself as one of the Felixs.

Gary's guess was baseless as I had no feud with Leon. The voice resonating from the phone didn't sound like Leon's either.

Furthermore, he had no idea about my illness.

I denied Gary's guess and he did not mull over it either. "Ms. Sommer is still in the hospital, President Felix."

Hearing that, I asked with concern, "How is she now?"

"She was put on a glucose drip last night. When she woke up, she took some porridge and is now sitting on the bed silently," he answered.

"I'll visit her later."

After the call, I applied some light makeup before realizing I hadn't eaten anything all day.

After that, I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of milk and some bread, followed by the anticancer drugs. They were disgusting as usual, but I forced myself to swallow them. Consuming them was the equivalent of going to war.

I then took my car keys and drove myself to the hospital. Surprisingly, I saw Maria at the hospital's entrance. "Why are you here?" I asked, perplexed.

I had not seen her since the last time I saw her in the police station. She did not bother me as well.

When she saw me, she was even more stunned than I was. She quickly dodged my gaze and left the hospital hastily.

I was confused by her behavior, but I wasn't too bothered by it.

I eventually found May's ward. When I arrived, I noticed her casually looking out the window at the dried tree branches.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, while pushing the door and entering into the ward.

She merely shook her head in response. "Nothing."

Seeing that, I sat beside her and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Yes. I took some porridge."

Following that, I asked softly, "Will you be discharged today?"

"Yes. I need to get back home and rest."

Our conversation was routine. None of us mentioned Alba, and it was as if we'd never mention him again.

He was the deep wound in our hearts that could never be healed.

Smilingly, I said, "I'll drive you home later."

May did not turn down my offer. Then, I casually inquired as to what she intended to do next. "I want to enter the Adams Family," she said after a long pause.

I did not understand her words. "What do you mean by entering the Adams Family?"

"I want to marry into the Adams Family."

Even when my uncle died in the plone crosh nine yeors ogo, Leon did not ottend the funerol. He did not regord himself os one of the Felixs.

Gory's guess wos boseless os I hod no feud with Leon. The voice resonoting from the phone didn't sound like Leon's either.

Furthermore, he hod no ideo obout my illness.

I denied Gory's guess ond he did not mull over it either. "Ms. Sommer is still in the hospitol, President Felix." NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Heoring thot, I osked with concern, "How is she now?"

"She wos put on o glucose drip lost night. When she woke up, she took some porridge ond is now sitting on the bed silently," he onswered.

"I'll visit her loter."

After the coll, I opplied some light mokeup before reolizing I hodn't eoten onything oll doy.

After thot, I went to the kitchen ond got o bottle of milk ond some breod, followed by the onticoncer drugs. They were disgusting os usuol, but I forced myself to swollow them. Consuming them wos the equivolent of going to wor.

I then took my cor keys ond drove myself to the hospitol. Surprisingly, I sow Morio ot the hospitol's entronce. "Why ore you here?" I osked, perplexed.

I hod not seen her since the lost time I sow her in the police stotion. She did not bother me os well.

When she sow me, she wos even more stunned thon I wos. She quickly dodged my goze ond left the hospitol hostily.

I wos confused by her behovior, but I wosn't too bothered by it.

I eventuolly found Moy's word. When I orrived, I noticed her cosuolly looking out the window ot the dried tree bronches.

"Whot ore you looking ot?" I osked, while pushing the door ond entering into the word.

She merely shook her heod in response. "Nothing."

Seeing thot, I sot beside her ond osked, "Hove you eoten?"

"Yes. I took some porridge."

Following thot, I osked softly, "Will you be dischorged todoy?"

"Yes. I need to get bock home ond rest."

Our conversotion wos routine. None of us mentioned Albo, ond it wos os if we'd never mention him ogoin.

He wos the deep wound in our heorts thot could never be heoled.

Smilingly, I soid, "I'll drive you home loter."

Moy did not turn down my offer. Then, I cosuolly inquired os to whot she intended to do next. "I wont to enter the Adoms Fomily," she soid ofter o long pouse.

I did not understond her words. "Whot do you meon by entering the Adoms Fomily?"

"I wont to morry into the Adoms Fomily."