Beneath her seemingly harmless exterior, she hid cruelty and ruthlessness.
She didn't kill me with her own hands, but after I died, she slowly peeled my skin away.
Watching her treat me like a piece of art was something I could never forget.
Suddenly, Ella woke up as if from a nightmare.
She tightly grabbed Levi's hand, "Levi, I had a nightmare. Am I going to die? I'm still scared the cancer won't be cured!"
Her eyes were red, and tears kept falling onto Levi's arm.
Levi looked at her, his heart full of pity and helplessness.
He held Ella tightly in his arms, wanting to comfort her.
A sly look flashed in Ella's eyes, as if she had noticed Levi's thoughts.
"Levi, have you contacted your wife? You shouldn't stay with me, go find her," she said, her voice filled with urgency and concern.
Upon hearing this, Levi instinctively reached for his pocket.
He felt the medicine bottle and clenched it tightly.
His mind was in turmoil.
"Don't worry about her, she'll come back," Levi said, his voice filled with irritation and impatience.
"You sleep first. I'll go ask the doctor about your condition," Levi said as he got up and left the ward.
Ella watched him leave, a smug smile forming on her lips.
Levi left the room and found the doctor.
Surprisingly, he didn't ask about Ella's condition but instead took out the medicine bottle from his pocket.
"Doctor, please check this for me. What medicine is this?" His voice carried a hint of nervousness and anticipation.
The doctor took the bottle and looked at it, his brows furrowed.
"This is anti-cancer medication," his voice was calm and serious.
Levi's body shook violently upon hearing the doctor's words.
He asked, his voice trembling, "Anti-cancer? Are you sure?"
A wave of inexplicable panic and unease surged in his heart.
The doctor nodded and looked at the name and dosage on the bottle.
"Isn't this Isla's medication? She didn't come for her chemotherapy yesterday, and no one answered when I called. Who are you to her?" the doctor asked in confusion.
"I'm her husband," Levi's voice was low and hoarse.
His mind was in turmoil, as if something inside him was collapsing.
Hearing this, the doctor frowned even more. "She came for chemotherapy so many times, and I've never seen you here. You should be more attentive to your wife. Every time she came alone, she had to buy a piece of bread to stave off hunger. You're so neglectful."