When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian)

Whitney immediately turned around, wanting to ask the nurse if William had actually added the new medication to Margaret's IV.

"I'm sorry, Whitney," Rachel said apologetically. "My friend's mother was in a serious car accident with severe brain trauma. I begged Uncle Damian to give her the medication instead."

Whitney's hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her eyes blazed with fury as she glared at Rachel as she shouted, "That medication was for my mom!"

"I know, but Madam Colin has been in a coma for 20 years. What difference will a few more days make? My friend's mother needed it urgently. Can't you just let her have it first?" Rachel spoke as if she were the reasonable one trying to explain things to someone who was difficult.

Every word pushed Whitney closer to her breaking point. For 20 years, she had desperately wished for Margaret to wake up, and now, this newfound hope had been cruelly snatched away.

She snapped, "Would you be so casual about it if you were the one lying in a hospital bed for 20 years?"

She was not being unreasonable-car accidents happened every day, and the victims could definitely rely on other medications. After all, this medication was specifically for vegetative patients with brain damage.

"Whitney, how could you speak to Rachel like that? We're going to be family." Damian frowned while Rachel put on a hurt expression.

When Damian was not looking, Rachel's lips curled into a slight smirk. Whitney caught that subtle expression, and her rage finally boiled over.

She stepped forward and was ready to slap Rachel. "Family? No thanks!"

But before she could, Damian caught her wrist. His expression grew cold, his usual warm smile absent. "Don't you understand priorities? If you've waited this long, what's a little longer? Is it worth getting violent over?" Whitney scoffed. "So, I'm just not important enough."

No matter how desperate she was, Rachel's needs would always come first. As the light in her beautiful eyes slowly dimmed away, Damian felt an unfamiliar discomfort in his chest.

"I've already arranged with Professor Morris to get the first batch of medication as soon as it's available," Damian said, releasing her hand.

"Yes, Whitney. There's still hope for Madam Colin. Please try to understand," Rachel chimed in.

Whitney shot Rachel an icy glare. Noticing it, Damian immediately barked at Rachel, "That's enough, Rachel!"

Rachel pressed her lips together, looking on the verge of tears. Meanwhile, Whitney turned and entered Margaret's ward, unable to stand their act any longer.

Damian moved to follow, but she had already slammed the door behind her. She leaned against it, fighting back tears. It was partly because she did not want Margaret to hear and partly because shenoveldrama

realized this man was not worth her

tears.

After composing herself, she went to Margaret's bedside and took her hand. "Mom, there's been a setback, but we only need to wait a few more days. I promise I won't let you wait too long."

...

Whitney was ready to go home that evening, but her car would not start. The mechanic said it needed to be towed to the dealership for repairs, so she had no choice but to hail a cab.

Dark clouds had gathered, and it started to drizzle. With cabs suddenly in high demand, even the rideshare apps showed long wait times. Bad days just had a way of making everything worse.

Whitney decided to walk instead.

Being alone with her thoughts brought back memories-especially the painful ones. She had given so much of herself to Damian over the years, yet she got barely anything back.

His seeming gentleness and their lack of arguments were just a facade, covering up his secret relationship with Rachel. From the beginning, she had just been someone he used. "Let's break up," Whitney typed the message to Damian and hit send. She was done with the tangled mess between them.

After sending the message, she

blocked him on every platform. She

walked for what felt like hours in the rain until her clothes were soaked through. Finally, she saw the entrance to Coaska Heights, A familiar figure with an umbrella was

hurrying toward her.