Asher seemed to have put a dog collar on me around my neck, making it hard for me to breathe.

I felt uneasy, sitting in the car. It was as if my intuition kept reminding me that something was about to happen.

But I didn't know if it would take place in the hospital or Asher's side.

As I looked at the night scene outside the window, my thoughts ran wild. While praying for a miracle to happen and for my father to be safe, I randomly speculated whether Asher was deliberately deceiving me. I was wavering between affirmation and denial.

I was a little scared when I pushed open the door to a private box. I was afraid that my relationship was all about one-sided demands and intentional deception.

The moment I opened the door, Asher greeted me with a smile on his face. Although he couldn't be considered sober, he walked steadily.

I was stunned, asking, "Didn't you drink a lot of alcohol?"

"Didn't Jessa say you were going to die?"

"I didn't say that. Jessa lied to you. Don't be angry." When Asher said this, he didn't hide the satisfaction and pleasure in his eyes.

I smiled bitterly. He didn't need to hide anything. He had always known my love for him and my tenderness very well.

"Alice? Don't be angry..." Asher seemed to sense that something was wrong with me.

"Asher, are you spoiling her too much?!" Jessa stood up and angrily knocked on the table, saying, "She did something wrong, but you are being so gentle. I wonder if someone in her family is dying. She didn't even come to her husband's celebration party!"

My ears were buzzing. I only caught the last sentence she said.

I kicked Jessa's stomach hard. She screamed in pain, hunched over, and covered her stomach. I grabbed her hair forcefully and pulled her to look at me.

"Take your words back. Damn it!"

Asher grabbed my arm and said, "What are you doing, Alice? Let go of Jessa!"

In my eyes, there was only Jessa. She twisted and cried, but she didn't apologize or take back her words.

Kellan wanted to come over and pull my hand away. I picked up a bottle of wine and smashed it on the table.

Jessa screamed.

I held a broken bottle in my hands, forcing the people around me to step back. In the end, I pointed the bottle at Jessa's face.

"Apologize to me!"