My Fiancé Lived With My Best Friend So I Left Chapter 06
After five days of rest, I could finally get out of bed.
I refused to let Damian into the hospital room.
So he slept in the corridor the whole time.
When he saw me change clothes, he walked over with suppressed anger and snatched my bag away.
“Valentina Rossi, you’re injured this badly and you still want to go find Vincent Romano?”
“Do you really love throwing yourself at people that much?”
I looked up at him.
In the past, at moments like this, I could always hear his inner voice.
I could hear that he was only being stubborn. I could hear that he was afraid.
I could hear that he actually wanted me to stay.
But now there was nothing.
All I felt was quiet.
All I felt was release.
For seven years, every one of his inner thoughts had forced me to soften, forced me to forgive.
In the end, they forced me onto a dead-end road.
Damian’s face went pale.
“Do you hate me that much?”
I took my bag back from his hand and supported myself against the wall as I walked out.
The taxi reached the Northern Commission headquarters.
Cold sweat had already broken out across my back.
The receptionist saw me and hesitated for a moment, but still swiped the elevator open for me. Three senior executives sat in the meeting room.
Vincent sat in the center.
When he saw me, his gaze did not waver at all.
“Valentina Rossi, you may begin.”
A dull pain spread through my chest. I paused for two seconds before opening my laptop.
“These are the cargo lines I’ve participated in over the years…”
The meeting room fell silent as I went through the presentation page by page.
At first, my voice was a little hoarse.
But as my thoughts smoothed out, even the pain seemed to lessen.
After I finished the plan, the interviewer on the far left asked several follow-up questions.
Vincent suddenly raised a hand.
His secretary quickly came in and brought me a chair.
I sat down with one hand on the chair back, took a few seconds to recover, then continued answering.
At the end, Vincent closed the file.
“Valentina Rossi, I’m giving you this chance not because I pity you.”
“It’s because your plan is worth it.”
He pushed a document toward me.
“The seat will be held for you first. After you’re discharged, come back to complete the transfer procedures.”
“Today, I originally intended to let you interview online.”
His gaze seemed to pass casually over my injuries.
“Your health is far more important than an interview.”
I took the document and smiled at him gratefully.
“Thank you, Vincent Romano.”
Vincent looked at me.
“Thanking me is useless. Once you stay, speak with results.”
As I left the meeting room, Damian hurried over to support me.
“Valentina, did Vincent make things difficult for you?”
“How did the interview go? Did you pass?”
I shook off his hand and walked forward alone.
His concern had come far too late.
His breath caught.
“I’m sorry, Valentina. I know it’s late.”
“But I want to make it up to you slowly.”
“I want to share your joy with you.”
I gave a cold laugh and walked around him toward the elevator.
I said nothing.
But he had already understood my inner voice.
He stood frozen in place.
“I’m not worthy of sharing your joy.”
“I’m only worthy of having someone notify you of the happy news of my death, right?”
