What a bunch of lunatics!


    "Isn''t it a crime for you to abuse your power for personal gain?"


    "We''ll have Fletcher send you awyer''s letter. Someone like you deserves to rot


    in jail!"


    "Yeah! Stoping out and ruining people''s lives!"


    L was being pushed back further, her vision blocked. And in the next moment, she missed a step on the stairs and fell backward.


    The crowd, disgusted by her, quickly stepped aside. They all watched as L tumbled down the stairs.


    As her consciousness faded, she thought, "This year has really been a series of misfortunes!"


    When she opened her eyes again, the pungent smell of disinfectant filled the air, and everything around her was white. She had no idea who had brought her to the hospital.


    L reached up to rub her temple and discovered her forehead was wrapped in gauze. Her body ached all over. She propped herself up with her arms, but the pain made her frown.


    She had multiple bruises. There were also a few abrasions on her arms, but they had already been treated.


    Suddenly, the door to the ward opened, and to her surprise, it was Dorian who entered.


    "There are a lot of injuries on your body. You should rest for a day," he said when he saw her trying to get out of bed.


    L had already stood up, silently putting on her shoes and heading for the door. As she passed him, he reached out to stop her. "Is this how you treat the person who saved your life?"


    She stepped back, her eyes meeting his gaze with open mockery and sarcasm.


    "You want to tell me that you happened to be at Magi Pictures this morning, saw me get pushed down the stairs, drove away the crowd, and then brought me to the hospital, right?"


    This was obviously a nned coincidence, and now he was trying to act like a hero in front of her.


    Dorian, however, seemed oblivious to her implied tone. "What else? Do you want it to be Vince or Noah? L, stop dreaming.


    "Do you really not understand your positionpared to theirs? Those from wealthy families would never marry someone with no status."


    L let out a lightugh, and a look of clear pity appeared in her eyes. The pity was unmistakably directed at Dorian, making him ufortable instantly.


    "So what? Should I marry you, Mr. ke?" she paused. "Am I supposed to understand that you think you''re lower than them?"


    Her voice wasn''t loud, nor was her tone particrly harsh, as if she was asking a very ordinary question. But to him, the question struck like thunder, and his mind went nk for a moment.


    "No." He frowned tightly. "I just want you to realize that there''s a huge gap in status between you and them. But I don''t care about that.


    "I''m willing to be with you. We''ve shared so many years of feelings, and there''s no benefit mixed in. L, I love you. In my heart, no one is more important than you."


    She sized him up without responding. In her heart, she found itughable. He had only ever loved himself, never her.


    She didn''t answer, and Dorian spoke with concern, thinking she was softening. "L, you''re badly hurt. Lie down and rest. I''ll stay by your side."


    The implication was clear-"If you stay, we''ll be back together."


    There was an earnest expectation in his eyes. L looked at him. The expectation didn''t seem fake in the least.


    She didn''t know whether this was a genuine disy of emotion or just his best acting. Maybe he was


    genuinely sincere at this mommet


    But what good was that? He had realized his mistake only after what he had done.


    She couldn''t help but sneer. "No need. I''ll handle my own problems. I don''t need your help, Mr. ke."


    With that, she turned and walked toward the door.


    Dorian''s face instantly turned cold. "Do you really think you can leave? Do you have any idea how many people are waiting for you outside?


    "I''ve been giving you chances, considering the years we''ve spent together, but you''re too stubborn. L, you wouldn''t even be able to leave this hospital today without me."