Chapter 1424: Chapter 1424: Must Be Able To
"Ye Lu, let’s both be rational about this. Given the current situation, the choice that’s best for everyone is crystal clear. Why can’t you accept it? I truly don’t want you to lose the chance to inherit the Hua Clan because of me. But there are other reasons... Do you really think our marriage can last forever? Even if not now, it’ll unravel eventually."
Third Young Master Jun’s voice was calm and composed, so rational it bordered on cruelty.
"You’ve said it yourself before—you would rather I die than do anything that defies heaven and reason. But now that I’ve come this far, I won’t turn back. I’ll never be the person you idealize in your heart, so our conflict is irreconcilable. Rather than continuing this pain, let’s get divorced."
"I don’t believe you." Ye Lu’s gaze was desolate.
"It’s something you must believe. This is reality."
Ye Lu couldn’t suppress her furious roar: "To hell with reality, Jun Huang! Let me tell you—I won’t get divorced. Your unilateral decision means nothing. You have no right to choose for me!"
Her resolve wouldn’t be meaningless. Even if he was done fighting to hold on, she wasn’t.
She wanted to preserve the faith in her heart; she wanted to protect this home.
Love was the one thing she would never compromise on.
Third Young Master Jun looked bleak. "Why must you do this?"
"Because I will." Her voice was unwavering. "Don’t even think of shaking me off." Her determination solidified; even if everyone failed to understand her, she refused to give up easily.
She hoped to move him, hoped to awaken him.
"But you cannot force a man who has already resolved to divorce you. I’ll mail you the divorce papers—the lawyers will take care of the rest!"
And then Third Young Master Jun hung up the phone coldly.
Ye Lu stared at the disconnected call, his last words echoing in her mind as she collapsed onto the bed. Silent tears streamed down, and she closed her eyes.
Even though she wanted to fight, he mercilessly crushed her determination.
Her efforts, her sacrifices—he deemed them completely unnecessary.
And every decision he made left her no choice but to accept. He wouldn’t allow her to resist.
She felt an overwhelming sense of despair—an indefinable, suffocating rage with nowhere to release it.
Dr. K walked in and saw her, her defeated posture slumped over the bed, a look of utter hopelessness on her face. He sighed as he lowered his gaze to the tray he held, with an assortment of syringes laid out inside.
"With everything going on, do you still intend to continue with your plan?"
Ye Lu’s fingers gripped the edge of the blanket tighter and tighter, motionless.
After a long pause, she turned her head to discreetly wipe away her tears, then sat up straight. The bitterness and resentment gradually faded from her pale, bloodless face as she opened her lips with a quiet, hoarse resolve: "Continue."
Dr. K often couldn’t fathom this woman—why, after being cornered to such an extreme, she remained so stubbornly determined.
He felt as though every path had been ruthlessly cut off from her, yet she carried an unyielding air, as if saying: "Even if I have to dig with my own fingers, dig until they’re bloodied, I will carve out a path."
It was a foolish effort—knowing full well it was impossible, yet pressing forward anyway.
She seemed foolish, but at the same time... somehow, awe-inspiring.
To love so wildly, to love to such extremes, even when her body was battered and torn, she refused to let go. He thought, only death would make her give up.
"Since you’ve made the decision, don’t let any blow knock you down. You need to rest properly and prepare yourself. Your body truly isn’t suitable for this, and even with my own hands managing it, there are risks."
Dr. K took out a syringe and injected the substance into her body.
"I believe... I’ll get through this. I have to." She closed her eyes.
