I dragged my injured body into the bathroom, the blood mixing with the cold water, instantly soaking me through.
But my heart was even colder.
Stepping out, I saw the cake by the door, smashed and broken from being kicked. I didn't care. I picked it up and started eating.
I ate and cried until I threw up, squatting on the ground, stomach acid flowing freely.
After this frenzy of self-abuse, I felt a little better.
Today was indeed an accident.
Usually, I was busy delivering food at night to make money, and I never came home.
The delivery fees were highest at night, and I owed a lot of money and was desperate to pay it off, so I often didn't come home.
If I get exhausted, I just find a place to rest for a bit, then get up and continue taking orders.
If it hadn't been for trying to make Meryl's birthday memorable, rushing to complete my deliveries, and spending a week's food budget on a cake to surprise her at home early,
I might never have discovered that Mia and Meryl were the same person.
I had suspected that Mia and Meryl looked too similar.
It wasn't until I accidentally saw a small mole on Meryl's neck that I dismissed my doubts, not realizing Mia had deliberately tattooed it.
It was all just a game for the wealthy young lady.
I went to the hospital with a swollen, bruised face for treatment.
When settling the bill, I ran into that doctor again.
The doctor sighed and kindly advised, "You still have a chance to get treated, but if you delay further, no one can say for sure."
I gave a bitter smile.
What chance did I have?
Those two million were my lifeline!
Yet Mia carelessly threw it away to someone else.
Now needy, I don't even know how I'll manage tomorrow's meal, let alone how to survive into the future.
"No more chances."
The doctor shook his head in sympathy, no longer trying to persuade me.
I bid farewell to the doctor and headed to the base of my company's building.
Looking up at the glittering skyscraper, the words "Thompson Group" emblazoned across it.
Back then, I was foolish not to question why a Fortune 500 company would extend an offer to a mere ordinary graduate like me.
It seems the moment I stepped into the group, I had fallen into Mia's trap.
I entered my supervisor, Nolan Dawson's office, with my resignation letter, slammed it on his desk, and said coldly, "I'm resigning!"