My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 200

Akin to Bryxton, the rain poured often in Eldham. The heavy raindrops were bucketing down without signs of letups,

but I couldn't care less about it as I craned my neck and looked at Shawn with squinted eyes.

Frowning, he stared at me without uttering a single word. At the same time, I wore my heels and rose to my feet.

"Make way, please."

Even so, his misty out-of-focus silhouette was standing still in the rain with a big black umbrella. Then, he reached

out his hand to caress my face. Feeling the warm sensation against my cold skin, I was about to flip out before I

heard him say, "Ray, do you hate me?"

His palm was unusually cold, in contrast to my blazing heart. However, his sudden action had crossed the line as it

was rendering everything I had done in the past as a mere joke.

I took a step back and glowered at him, "Who are you? Stop touching me while I'm trying to be nice."

He was confounded. "You don't remember me?"

Instead of remembering him, I would rather forget everything and leave it in the past. I knew him, but I no longer

wanted to know him anymore because my heart was already stuck in the abyss. With the scars all over my soul, not

a single part of me was fine.

I pursued my lips into a thin line and left. One could vaguely see through my sodden white hollow-out dress due to

the rain, but fortunately, there was no one along the way home.

Once I arrived at the apartment, I peeked out of the corner of my eyes and saw no one. Shutting my eyes, I gripped

my dress tightly as I heard the sky rumble. I even saw the thunder flash across the sky. The torrential rain poured so

heavy as if it was going to swallow the city whole. I heaved a deep sigh before muttering to myself, "How

meaningless."

Life is meaningless and meeting him again is more so.

I returned to my apartment, only to be greeted by the sight of Olivia sleeping on the couch. I quickly got changed

before covering her with a quail. Right then, her phone that was placed on the ground caught my eyes. I picked it

up and noticed a call ID named 'Doctor' had called over 20 times. The phone vibrated again when I put it on the

table. The mosquito-like sound could scarcely be heard. No wonder she didn't wake up despite receiving over 20

calls.

I hesitated for a moment before answering the call, "She's sleeping."

A man's voice resounded from the other side of the line. "Okay. You are…?"

I introduced myself, "Renee Felix."

He was shocked. "Renee Felix?"

One would know my name if they were familiar with the recent hot entertainment news on Twitter.

"Yes. She drank a little and she's sleeping right now."

"Sorry for the trouble, Miss Felix."

Listening to the doctor's distant yet gentle voice, I recalled Olivia's words, so I asked him out of concern, "Are you

serious about Olivia?"

The man held his tongue momentarily before saying, "Miss Felix, I think the person you should be asking is her.

She's rich and she can roam around the world with her head held high, but what I'm wishing for is simple—a loving

wife and a happy family. Until today, she hasn't told me anything."

I was baffled at his sincere yet helpless words. "You wanna marry her but she doesn't want that?"

He denied it instantly, "Marriage is too soon at the moment."

What does that mean?

I couldn't wrap my head around it, but he didn't explain further either and merely asked me to take care of her

instead, after which I gave him my word, "She will be fine."

Upon hanging up the phone, I remembered Olivia mentioning that the doctor came from a scholarly family.

However, there was still a significant gap between both families.

Does he think that Olivia is playing with him?

Gazing at her pretty face, I reckoned she wouldn't play with others' feelings since she had tasted the pain of losing

someone she loved. No one knew better how prized someone's love was better than her. Hence, I sighed and went

into my bedroom.

At that moment, Anthony happened to call me. He wouldn't give me a call unless it was an emergency, so I

answered the call instantly.

"Miss, they've found out that the doctor, who was in charge of your delivery, has disappeared."

My brows creased as I inquired, "What do you mean by disappeared?"

"Not only her, but even her husband and kids have disappeared from Sundew. My guess is that she had done

something during your labor. Otherwise, she wouldn't disappear without a trace."

His words rang the alarm bells and numerous possibilities fleeted across my head. It was either the doctor had

harmed my children or they were still alive. Then, the two buried babies were just substitutes!

It was an absurd guess, but the scenes from soap dramas seeped into my mind immediately. That was the only

reason that comforted me and I was delighted to be given this new projection to cling to. I asked Anthony to get to

the bottom of it at that instant.

He thereafter responded, "Miss, I checked the surveillance cameras and I saw Nicholas knock on her door before

your labor."

"I want every detail within three days."

I paused before adding on, "Or else, you'll have to bear the consequences."

Despite the pressure, he promised up and down that he would get it done perfectly. Then, I trod to the balcony and

contacted Nicholas in vain.

The raindrops were pattering against the window, yet I could clearly hear my heart pounding. Even if there was a

small possibility, I would rather have him do something back then.

I stood there as I kept calling him every three minutes. After waiting for almost an hour, he finally answered the

phone and I said gently, "Nicholas."

His voice sounded gentle too. "Ree."

"Nicholas, what are you doing?" I was beating around the bush to not seem so desperate.

"What's wrong? You missed me?" he teased.

I hummed in response before testing the water, "I miss my kids a lot."

"Just what is on your mind right now?" He saw through me in a heartbeat.

I attempted to maintain my composure by saying calmly, "Anthony said you met my doctor before my labor. And

she's nowhere to be found now—"

"So, you're suspecting me?" he interrupted.

"Why did you meet her?" I questioned.

"I was concerned about you."

I was rendered speechless as I had nothing to rebut against that remark. Still, I pondered before giving in. "They're

my everything. If—I'm saying 'if'—they're alive, please return them to me."

He was stern. "What you're asking for has got nothing to do with me."

"Nicholas Forger, if they're in your hands, I will pretend that nothing happened as long as you give them back to

me. But if I found out the truth on my own, you're not going to get away with it so easily! Besides, it'll only take me

a few days to find out everything with the power I have right now! You won't be able to keep it under your hat any

longer!"

However, Nicholas merely mocked, "Just what are you expecting?"