Chapter 13

I didn't go home that night. Instead, I curled up on a bench at the hospital and slept the night there. When I woke up the next day, I had a high fever. My phone didn't ring at all the whole night. Michael didn't call me a single time. "Heartthrob…" Sitting on the bench, I called Fredrick. "I've thought about what you said about studying abroad." "Stephie, are you unwell?" Fredrick asked in concern when he heard something was off with my voice. "Yeah. I got caught in the rain yesterday, so I have a cold today." "Where are you? I'll bring you some medicine." Fredrick was anxious. "Heartthrob, if I submit my application today, how soon can I leave the country?" I was in a hurry. At that moment, I actually had a feeling that if I didn't leave soon, I might die. I might die in Michael's hands. I wanted to live well. I wanted to leave Michael. Once I left, everything would be over. "If you apply now, you'll receive the application result in two months. I'll ask the management