Chapter 126

Emily's fingers turned white as she clutched the blanket. She took a deep breath and threw it off abruptly.

The moment her feet touched the floor, the room spun violently.

She gripped the edge of the bed, waiting for the dizziness to pass before she could stand steadily.

The bathroom mirror reflected a ghostly pale face. She brushed her teeth and washed her face mechanically, unaware of the water droplets dripping from her chin.

The antiseptic smell of the hospital sharpened her senses slightly. By her sister's bed, she forced a smile and talked for a long time.

The subway rattled like a cradle on her way back. When she woke again, the train had reached the terminal station.

By the time she returned to Jinzhou Bay No. 1, the city lights had already lit up the night.

She stood in the walk-in closet, her suitcase open on the floor. Her fingers traced the clothes—each one still carried William's scent.

Her phone spun three times in her palm.

"Beep—"

"Hello?" A bright female voice came through the receiver.

Emily's blood ran cold.

"William, the towel," the woman's coquettish voice mingled with the sound of running water.

The dial tone after the call ended felt like a slap across the face.

In the mirror, her eyes were bloodshot, her lips trembling. The next second, she grabbed her phone and stormed out.

At Mia's apartment, the air conditioner hummed loudly. Emily curled up on the sofa, staring at the ceiling until dawn.

The morning mirror showed a shadow of a ghost. She caked on thick foundation, but it couldn't hide the red veins in her eyes.

The pharmacy near the subway exit was just steps away.

"Ring—"

Michael's voice came through the phone. "The merger contract—Mr. Lu needs it by ten."

Her mind was a fog. She quickened her pace toward the office. At the corner, her legs suddenly gave way, nearly sending her crashing to the ground.

"Emily?" Michael frowned as he approached. "You look terrible."

She instinctively took half a step back, forcing a smile. "Pulled an all-nighter."

The glare from the computer screen burned her eyes. She mechanically revised the contract terms, her temples throbbing.

Michael's reply popped up just as she was resting her forehead in her hand, dozing off.

"Ding—"

The office phone rang sharply.

The caller ID made her whole body freeze: 8808.

The extension number for the Vice President's Office.