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    Katelyn’s lips curled into a sneer. “What makes you think I owe you any answers?”


    Neil’s hands tightened into fists, his expression confirming his realization.


    “Just as I expected. You’ve taken everything from Lise. Why can’t you just move on?” he demanded, bitternesscing his voice.


    His features, once sharp, clouded with anger.


    Yet, he quickly masked his emotions with a veneer of arrogance, tinged with a faint sense of superiority. “As long as you agree to clear things up now, I might reconsider and give you another opportunity.”


    Katelyn stared at him, puzzled. She pressed her lips together, trying to make sense of Neil’s bizarre behavior.


    With a hint of pity, she pointed at her head and said, “It seems like there’s something off with your thinking. Maybe you should consult a doctor.”


    Turning to leave, she found Neil trailing behind her.


    “Katelyn Bailey, listen to me. This is your final chance. If you squander it, we will never have a future together. Even if you beg me on your knees, I won’t reconsider taking you back.”


    Katelyn was momentarily speechless. It was only then that she fully realized what Neil had been implying earlier.


    Her anger left her at a loss for words. She marveled at her blindness to someone so arrogant and foolish.


    When Katelyn remained silent, Neil took it as agreement and smirked. He was certain that, despite everything, Katelyn still harbored feelings for him.


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    His eyes wandered to the soup Katelyn was holding. “See? You still remember that I have a soft spot for your soup. I haven’t tasted it in ages and have missed it dearly.” With that, he extended his hand toward the lunch bag.


    However, Katelyn swiftly pulled the bag out of his reach. Neil’s expression darkened. He had assumed she would be reasonable after his excuse.


    Before he could speak, Katelyn shot back, her eyes filled with contempt. “Do you think this soup is for you? I never said it was.”


    Neil furrowed his brow in confusion. “If it’s not for me, then who?”


    The answer became clear to him instantly, and his eyes hardened with malice.


    He grabbed Katelyn’s arm with force. “So, it’s for Vincent Adams? When did you two be involved?”


    Katelyn yanked her arm free, barely containing her rage. “Get lost!”


    Neil’s eyes zed with fury. He hissed, “Are you furious because I’ve exposed your little secret? Katelyn, you’re nothing but a slut. I should have seen your true colors sooner.”


    His anger intensified with every word. In a fit of rage, he snatched the lunch bag and hurled it to the ground. The container inside shattered, and soup sttered everywhere.


    Katelyn’s fury boiled over. She stomped hard on Neil’s foot. Her three-inch heels caused him to wince in pain.


    “Argh!” Neil’s face contorted with agony.


    But Katelyn was far from done. With a cold re, she dered, “Neil Wheeler, just seeing you makes me want to puke. I deeply regret ever marrying you.”


    Neil could only fume in silence, his eyes locked on Katelyn as he seethed.


    Without allowing him a moment to respond, Katelyn coldly added, “This is your final warning. If you harass me again, there will be consequences.”


    With that, she turned on her heel and walked away.


    Neil stood there, brimming with anger and frustration. “You’ll pay for this one day,” he vowed.


    Katelyn didn’t even spare him a nce. With the soup ruined, she resigned herself to visiting Vincent empty-handed.


    To her surprise, as she approached the door, she could hear voicesing from inside Vincent’s ward.


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