Chapter 19

Andrew had to have seen my medical records. Whether he believed them or not was up to him. I wasn't going to waste my time explaining. "Mr.s Page, Mr. Page hasn't had dinner yet, and he's looking unwell. Should we—" Alfred, perhaps out of sympathy, dared to bring it up. However, Valerie immediately cut him off. "What? Acting all sick and pathetic the moment he gets back? Was he pulling the same stunt with Zoe too? Or does he think he can find someone better now that things aren't working out with me?" Valerie threw the fruit she was holding onto the floor and strutted toward me, her gaze dripping with disdain. I swallowed the exhaustion weighing me down and met her glare. "Think whatever you want. If you can find a new lover, why can't I?" "Jeffrey! Do you really believe Zoe would be interested in someone like you? If I find you worthless, why would she see any value in you?" She continued, "You actually think playing the victim will get you sympathy? Pathetic. Andrew and I have