All eyes were fixed on William, who was stationed on the second floor. At last, he rose and made his way downstairs. He approached Mabel and wrapped his arm around her. “Let’s go.” Throughout the scene, he never once glanced at Lisette. Mabel’s face brightened with delight, though a hint of unease lingered. “Shouldn’t we at least take her to the hospital? After all, she was once your wife.” “There’s no need.” Mabel’s joy immediately returned, her smile widening. It was clear—his heart was firmly set on her.

The couple turned and left. But then, a faint voice reached them. Soft and almost otherworldly. “William.” Mabel halted, her brow furrowed as she looked back at Lisette lying on the floor. Lisette’s hair was a mess, her face ashen, her lips drained of color. Yet her eyes remained bright and clear. She looked directly at William, speaking with measured slowness. “Have you ever loved me? Even a little?” William glanced at her, his dark eyes momentarily tinted with a red hue from the reflection. “No.” Lisette nodded, her hand slowly falling away from her stomach. The answer she had long suspected had to be vocalized before she would decide to let go. Indeed, the world of the wealthy was a game that the poor could never truly participate in. Lisette, you’re pathetic. In an instant, the defiant and resilient woman became a silent, lifeless figure on the floor. William’s gaze flickered slightly as he led Mabel away. Mabel was thoroughly content.

This night had been the most satisfying she’d experienced in the past year. “William, let’s get engaged.” “Sure.” Neil watched the departing figures with a cold, calculating expression. “Dispose of her.” In this contest, William had triumphed. Lisette was left discarded, her bloodied form abandoned. At the Golden Hour Bar, anything could happen. Lisette’s eyes fluttered open. The night sky was adorned with stars, a crescent moon hanging above. Memories from the past year flickered through her mind, slowly fading from her awareness. William, if it was possible, I wish I’d never met you. A white car rolled down the road. Soon, someone in the back seat called out, “Jon, pull over.” “Yes, sir.”

The car came to a gentle halt, and Gary Reeve hurried over. “Miss, Miss?” Jon approached. “Mr. Reeve?” “Jon, she looks seriously hurt. We need to get her to the hospital.” Jon glanced at the Golden Hour Bar’s golden letters and replied, “Sir, it might be best if we don’t get involved.” Gary’s expression grew stern. “Jon, if I hadn’t seen her myself, it might be different. But since I have, I’m definitely getting involved!” With that, he lifted Lisette and carried her to the car. Jon sighed. Mr. Reeve is always so compassionate. The car soon arrived at a nearby hospital. Gary carried Lisette into the emergency room, and upon seeing her face as he laid her on the bed, his eyes widened in shock. “Lisette … “