I was always the most celebrated heir among all the families.

I couldn't accept the idea of never standing again.

My emotions surged uncontrollably, and I finally broke down.

I swept everything off the table in a fury, sending fruit rolling everywhere.

I tried to get out of bed but crashed to the floor, the IV needle tearing from my arm and blood spilling out.

I just sat there, numb.

Then, a familiar, comforting scent filled my nostrils. I looked up to see Kate.

She wore no makeup, her hair tied back in a simple ponytail, and her eyes were puffy from tears.

She gently embraced me, and I felt her warmth, which brought me a measure of calm.

With the little strength I had, I clung to her tightly.

I pleaded, "I've got nothing left. Please don't leave me."

Yes, I was begging.

I had given up on pride.

Kate looked at me quietly, her eyes filled with a sadness I couldn't quite grasp.

She said, "Clark, I won't leave you. I'll stay with you through rehab until you're better.

"I've postponed all my work.

"No, I won't be a star anymore. We'll be just a regular couple.

"I'll be with you forever."

My heart warmed at her words.

But then, her next words felt like a dagger to my heart.

"Clark, I just hope you won't hold Vincent responsible. He's powerful, and we can't afford to cross him."

And with that, my heart shattered.

The love I had for her, so deep and self-sacrificing, was crushed by her own hands.

I gently pushed her away, trying to reclaim my shattered pride.

My expression remained impassive as I stared at her beautiful face, which was now filled with shock.

I thought, "Has she never considered that I might reject her embrace?"

I forced a smile. "Sorry, Ms. Winslet, but I have to refuse."

At this moment, I was a wreck, both physically and emotionally.

Words were all I had to mask my humiliation.

"Why? It's just a matter of not pursuing the case. All you need to do is sign the settlement agreement. We'll get you the best treatment," Kate implored, her disbelief palpable.

She hadn't expected me to be so stubborn.

"Did he send you to persuade me?" I asked, keeping my gaze lowered.

My fingers curled slightly, trying to reposition my deformed leg into a somewhat normal shape.

After a long silence, it dawned on me.

She was here for Vincent.

I had been nothing more than a pawn.

I thought, "Vincent must be delighted, crushing me under his heel."