Chapter 3

Casey's family owned a private hospital, so her dad definitely wouldn't lack doctors. Besides, Brandon Newton never had a heart attack in my past life. I suspected this was just a tactic for her to manipulate me. I pursed my lips after Casey finished venting. "We've already broken up. Just get a doctor if your dad suffered from a heart attack. Also, I've never been a doctor from your hospital—you have no right to boss me around." I ended the call immediately after. Instead of heading home, I grabbed a bite in the office and slept for several hours. However, everything that had happened in my past life started replaying in my sleep. Casey's cruelty and indifference, every single tragic moment, as well as the gut-wrenching pain made me sleep fitfully. The moment I fell from the rooftop, I immediately jolted awake. My face was pale, and a thin layer of sweat coated every inch of my skin. "What kind of nightmare did you have?" Casey glanced over at me with reddening eyes. I frowned, a little taken aback. My colleagues all knew how much I loved Casey, so they didn't stop her when she came to look for me, letting her in without hesitation. However, something was off with the way she was looking at me. Casey stood before me, her hands lightly resting on the desk. She wore a cold expression as she asked, "Why do you keep calling my name in your dream, Jace?" I suppressed the overwhelming hatred I felt and calmly returned her gaze. "No one would remember what happened in a dream." Casey no longer pressed on about the dream. She grabbed my arm and said, "Go treat my dad." I did not move, pulled my arm back, and casually rolled my wrists. I replied indifferently, "I'm not a doctor at your hospital. You have no right to make demands of me." I worked at the Central Hospital. Treating patients or performing surgeries outside without permission was against the employment regulations. Casey's hand was left hanging in midair. She paused for a moment before smiling suddenly. She then slowly neared me and said, "Didn't you want me to give in and comfort you since yesterday? Now that I've come to find you, you should stop throwing a tantrum, okay?" I knew what she was like—it was already a huge concession for her to say that. I slowly looked up and coldly chuckled. "I'm not throwing a tantrum. Why do you need me to go over when you have so many capable doctors in your hospital? Am I supposed to just stand there and look pretty? Since he's not my patient, I won't get involved." Casey stared at me in shock, as if she couldn't believe her ears. "He's your future father-in-law! How could you treat him like this?" The word "father-in-law" sounded ironic to my ears. I used to treat Brandon as one in my past life, but in return, he treated me like someone he could take his anger out on whenever he felt like it. He had always thought I was a useless person at home. He spent every day tearing me down, insulting me to the point that I felt inferior. Brandon was part of the problem that caused me to break down and try to end my life. He'd said, "If only you're dead, Jace, my daughter would've been able to marry someone far better. You shouldn't be the one standing in her way." Looking back now, I found everything ridiculous. I must have loved Casey so much in my past life that I would still choose to believe in her despite clearly knowing that she had cheated on me. I truly was an idiot. "I've told you that we've already broken up, Casey. Your life—and everything else in it—has nothing to do with me anymore," I said. Casey's brows furrowed. "I refuse to! Everyone knows that we'll be getting married in nine days, so why exactly are you still making a fuss? Is it just because of Andrew? "I've already explained what happened yesterday—we were just fooling around! Nothing was going on, so why are you being so stubborn?"