She had learned that lesson from him, Lu Zeyan himself. He had been cruel first, and now she was returning that cruelty with equal intensity.
For six years of her youth, they had strung her along. If she wasn't sacrificing herself to support Lu Zeyan's career, she was accompanying his parents, caring for them, tending to every unspoken expectation. She gave, and gave, and gave, without complaint.
After all that support and all those sacrifices, what did they expect?
There was always a debt. And there was always someone who had to pay for it.
He would not interfere in his wife's revenge, nor would he meddle in it. Whatever she chose to do to calm her heart, he would allow it.
Lu Yuze picked up the phone, scrolling through the messages without opening them.
*Brother, please call. Emergency.*
*Lu Yuze, Zeyan is in the hospital. We need you.*
*Why aren't you answering?? Your nephew needs you!*
*This is serious. Call us immediately.*
And on. And on.
