He Chose Her Over Me, So I Let Him Die - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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Seeing tears glistening in Scarlett's eyes, Richard's hardened expression softened.
"Laura, we've both known Scarlett for years. You have to trust us—Victoria's a fraud. You can't let her treat Max."
I raised a hand to cut Laura off before she could speak for me, my eyes dropping pointedly to Richard's legs.
"Richard... haven't you noticed? Your muscle atrophy has gotten worse."
His fingers twitched, instinctively yanking his trench coat tighter over his thighs.
"What kind of bullshit is that? Scarlett's medicine has been working. My legs are better than ever."
A flicker of panic darted through Scarlett's gaze. She stepped between us, voice sharp.
"Stop lying. You don't know anything. This is just part of the healing process. In a few days, Richard will be walking again." Her glare turned venomous. "Maybe you should focus on saving Maximus instead of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."
I smiled—slow, knowing—and said nothing.
That same afternoon, after administering Max's blood treatment, Diana sent me a damning video: Scarlett mixing her so-called miracle cure. Amid the rare herbs, she discreetly added a few drops from an unmarked bottle.
Then—movement.
I spun toward the hospital bed.
"Mr. Caldwell? You're awake?"
"Victoria?" Max's voice was hoarse, but his eyes locked onto mine with startling clarity.
My breath caught. "You... recognize me?"
Before he could answer, Laura burst in, sobbing as she crushed her son in a tearful embrace. I slipped out to give them privacy—just as Diana's second video arrived.
This one showed Richard's legs. Worse. Far worse.
That unmarked bottle.
In my past life, Scarlett had clung to her Snow Lotus delusion like a lifeline. But now? When Richard realized her "cure" had crippled him permanently—would he still gaze at her like she hung the moon?
Ten days later, Max strode into the Thaddeus Grand Ballroom beside me, his gait steady. The elite of the city froze mid-conversation.
"Is that... Maximus Caldwell? Am I hallucinating? He's awake?"
"Shit—I bet five million on Scarlett!"
"The Baldridge heir lives up to her name. Every specialist said he was vegetative, and she fixed him?"
Scarlett went sheet-white. "You... you actually woke him up?"
I smirked. "Lost. Time to pay up, isn't it?"
The crowd erupted.
"Miss McKenzie, a wager's a wager. On your knees, now."
"Come on, you swore—kneel, then get the hell out of the capital!"
Scarlett's eyes darted desperately to the second-floor balcony—
Then a voice cut through the murmurs.
"Who says we lost?"
All heads turned.
Richard stood at the top of the staircase. Standing.
"Holy shit—his legs! He's upright!"
"Scarlett did cure him? Even Victoria said it was impossible!"
"If both patients recovered... who won the bet?"
Scarlett's chin lifted triumphantly. "See? Look at him!"
Richard's gaze raked over me, dripping contempt. "Victoria. You swore no one could heal me. Yet here I stand." His smile turned razor-sharp. "Still pretending you're not a fraud?"
I sighed. "Richard, your legs could have been saved. But now?" A slow shake of my head. "They're gone. Permanently."
His face darkened. "Let's see how long you keep running that mouth—"
He took a step.
I counted silently. One. Two. Three... Ten.
A sickening crack echoed through the ballroom.
Richard's legs buckled. He crashed onto the stairs, tumbling down in a grotesque heap as a woman shrieked.
"God—what's wrong with his legs?!"
"Laura, we've both known Scarlett for years. You have to trust us—Victoria's a fraud. You can't let her treat Max."
I raised a hand to cut Laura off before she could speak for me, my eyes dropping pointedly to Richard's legs.
"Richard... haven't you noticed? Your muscle atrophy has gotten worse."
His fingers twitched, instinctively yanking his trench coat tighter over his thighs.
"What kind of bullshit is that? Scarlett's medicine has been working. My legs are better than ever."
A flicker of panic darted through Scarlett's gaze. She stepped between us, voice sharp.
"Stop lying. You don't know anything. This is just part of the healing process. In a few days, Richard will be walking again." Her glare turned venomous. "Maybe you should focus on saving Maximus instead of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."
I smiled—slow, knowing—and said nothing.
That same afternoon, after administering Max's blood treatment, Diana sent me a damning video: Scarlett mixing her so-called miracle cure. Amid the rare herbs, she discreetly added a few drops from an unmarked bottle.
Then—movement.
I spun toward the hospital bed.
"Mr. Caldwell? You're awake?"
"Victoria?" Max's voice was hoarse, but his eyes locked onto mine with startling clarity.
My breath caught. "You... recognize me?"
Before he could answer, Laura burst in, sobbing as she crushed her son in a tearful embrace. I slipped out to give them privacy—just as Diana's second video arrived.
This one showed Richard's legs. Worse. Far worse.
That unmarked bottle.
In my past life, Scarlett had clung to her Snow Lotus delusion like a lifeline. But now? When Richard realized her "cure" had crippled him permanently—would he still gaze at her like she hung the moon?
Ten days later, Max strode into the Thaddeus Grand Ballroom beside me, his gait steady. The elite of the city froze mid-conversation.
"Is that... Maximus Caldwell? Am I hallucinating? He's awake?"
"Shit—I bet five million on Scarlett!"
"The Baldridge heir lives up to her name. Every specialist said he was vegetative, and she fixed him?"
Scarlett went sheet-white. "You... you actually woke him up?"
I smirked. "Lost. Time to pay up, isn't it?"
The crowd erupted.
"Miss McKenzie, a wager's a wager. On your knees, now."
"Come on, you swore—kneel, then get the hell out of the capital!"
Scarlett's eyes darted desperately to the second-floor balcony—
Then a voice cut through the murmurs.
"Who says we lost?"
All heads turned.
Richard stood at the top of the staircase. Standing.
"Holy shit—his legs! He's upright!"
"Scarlett did cure him? Even Victoria said it was impossible!"
"If both patients recovered... who won the bet?"
Scarlett's chin lifted triumphantly. "See? Look at him!"
Richard's gaze raked over me, dripping contempt. "Victoria. You swore no one could heal me. Yet here I stand." His smile turned razor-sharp. "Still pretending you're not a fraud?"
I sighed. "Richard, your legs could have been saved. But now?" A slow shake of my head. "They're gone. Permanently."
His face darkened. "Let's see how long you keep running that mouth—"
He took a step.
I counted silently. One. Two. Three... Ten.
A sickening crack echoed through the ballroom.
Richard's legs buckled. He crashed onto the stairs, tumbling down in a grotesque heap as a woman shrieked.
"God—what's wrong with his legs?!"
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