Love's Bitter Edge (Eva and Leonard)
Chapter 454

Chapter 454 My Time Is Up

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My health was deteriorating rapidly. Almost every few days, I'd lose consciousness.

Julian had introduced a new drug that managed to curb the cancer cells, but it seemed to make me feel even worse. Worried for my safety, he eventually forbade me from leaving the ward.

I used to have a small daily window of time to get outside, but even that was gone now.

Every day, I sat by the window, watching the world beyond.

This private hospital had beautiful landscaping with serene gardens.

But it felt like I was trapped in an ivory tower. My only connection to the outside world was reduced to scrolling through my phone.

Leonard came by every other day, taking photos and videos. His account had gained quite a following, but I didn't bother checking what he posted.

Eventually, the truth would come to light, and his fabricated affection would be revealed as hollow.

Each time he visited, a wave of nausea washed over me. It wasn't just an emotional reaction. I genuinely felt sick. Leonard's constant sighing, acting as though I was disrespecting him, only worsened it.

Today, he showed up again. He filmed a new video, this time with a bouquet of roses. The moment I caught their scent, I retched violently.

Leonard immediately called people in to clean up.

"Change the sheets. This doesn't look good for the video. And get the floor spotless. Spray some air freshener; the smell is terrible."

Lying in bed, I watched Leonard direct everyone. For a moment, I was reminded of his younger self.

Once, during a college reunion, I had drunk too much, and Leonard had taken me to a hotel. I had thrown up for hours, and he had quietly cleaned up after me. When I woke up, he was still there, washing my clothes by hand.

Back then, he hadn't shown a hint of disgust. He had even smiled and said, "If I didn't clean it soon, your favorite dress would've been stained forever. What would you do without me? You can't even take care of yourself when you drink too much." Later, when I caught a cold or had a fever, he would always stay by my side as he was worried I'd feel worse.

But now,

all I saw in his eyes was disdain.

Seeing my reflection in the window, I felt a wave of revulsion. I saw a shadow of myself, thin and bald. I looked like a character from a horror story. If I were to play a ghoul, I wouldn't even need makeup.

I closed my eyes, unwilling to look at him anymore. I didn't open them again until I heard Julian's voice.

"Leonard, can't you stop being selfish? Look at her condition, and you're still using her?"

"I'm just capturing beautiful moments, Dr. Pope. Just because you don't like taking photos doesn't mean everyone else feels the same." Leonard sat by my bed, gently holding my hand. Julian ignored him and turned to me.

"Given your current condition, I recommend going abroad for a more comprehensive treatment. It would be best if="

"No, absolutely not. Eva can't leave the country. I'll bring in any team or equipment necessary from overseas."

Leonard's grip on my hand tightened, his gaze fixed on me as if he feared I'd escape. I knew why-he was in the middle of his power struggle with Luca.

Losing me, his prop for public sympathy, could sway public opinion, putting him at a disadvantage.

I grew weary of their argument and spoke up, "If you don't want me to die, then get out. If you're fine with me dying sooner, then just throw the out the window."

I pulled the covers over my head, shutting out the noise. But as the door finally clicked shut, I opened my eyes.

Was Julian suggesting I go abroad to free me from Leonard's control? Or was it because my time was truly running out?