I scoffed, turning my back.
Rhonda’s weak voice filled the phone.
“Zach, can you come see me? My heart hurts,
it’s beating so fast, I feel like I’m going to
die…”
“I’m always troubling you, but you know my
parents are abroad, the only people I know are
you and Ethan… Ethan won’t answer my calls,
I’m so scared to die alone…”
Here we go again.
Poor health was Rhonda’s default setting.
No matter what she said, someone would
always fall for it.
I sneered, waiting for the sound of the door
closing.
But unexpectedly,
A cold voice echoed from behind.
“Rhonda, I’m with Chloe. If you have a problem, call 911 yourself. Don’t call me again.”
Then Zach hung up.
He rushed to my side, like a dog seeking
approval.
“Chloe, you heard? I won’t leave you again.
Relax, recover, okay?”
In the past, if Zach had spoken to me like this,
I would have been overjoyed.
I might even set off some fireworks to
celebrate.
But now,
His appeasement only brought a cold smile.
Zach, you see.
You know how to treat someone well.
You know how to alleviate my doubts, to show
me that I’m special to you.
But you just.
Never bothered to do it.
I turned my back to Zach, speaking calmly.
“Zach, if you don’t leave, I’ll call security.”
In the reflection of the mirror, Zach’s joyful
expression slowly faded.
His voice was tinged with hurt.
“Chloe, I’ve taken such good care of you, and
you still won’t forgive me?”
