No More Tears No More Calls Chapter 04
Before I could react, Candice screamed.
The mug fell to the floor and shattered.
“Candi!” Javier and Claire immediately stood and rushed over, anxiously checking Candice’s hand, even though the burn was barely visible.
The back of my hand was bright red, blistered, with faint traces of blood. But they didn’t seem to notice at all.
A trace of sarcasm flickered in my eyes.
The next second, someone grabbed my wrist.
Lawrence pulled me toward the restroom.
“What are you doing?” I was confused.
He turned on the faucet and held my wrist under the cool, small stream. His eyes stayed fixed on the reddened skin, his brow slightly furrowed. “You’re burned, too. Can’t you feel it?”
Stunned, I didn’t respond. Surprise flickered in my eyes.
The warmth of his fingers, pressed against my wrist, seemed to seep into my veins, my bones, straight to my heart.
“Lawrence, why?” I asked, my voice slightly hoarse.
Shouldn’t he be worried about Candice? Why was he here, taking care of me?
Lawrence glanced at my eyes, filled with complex emotions.
Then he replied calmly, “So you won’t lose your temper and do something worse to Candi.”
Each word was clear and cold, cutting into my heart like a knife.
“You always get physical with her when things don’t go your way, don’t you?”
“Last time, Candi got cut by the glass you broke and was hospitalized for three days.”
I clearly heard the sound of my heart breaking.
It felt like a heavy hammer, completely shattering the faint, laughable hope that had started to surface in my eyes.
“Sorry.” I pulled my hand back, my voice barely audible. “It won’t happen again.”
I’d leave once the divorce was final.
Lawrence was slightly taken aback.
Normally, I would have already made a scene.
But today, I was so quiet and well-behaved—he couldn’t find anything to criticize.
It made his earlier warning feel needlessly harsh.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked at my calm profile. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a scream came from outside. “Fire!”
It was followed by Candice’s cry for help.
Lawrence’s expression changed instantly. He rushed out.
Jostled by the panicked crowd in the restaurant, I fell to the floor. Someone stepped hard on the back of my hand, and the pain was so sharp my vision went dark.
Meanwhile, Candice was held safely in Lawrence’s arms, flanked by Javier and Claire. None of them wanted her hurt in the slightest.
“I think Mary is still in there…” Candice said in a small voice, leaning against Lawrence.
Glancing at the crowded restaurant, Lawrence said, “The restroom is near the emergency exit. She should’ve gotten out already.”
“That’s right. Maryann never gets the short end of anything. Forget her. That burn on your hand looks serious. Let’s get to the hospital,” Javier and Claire chimed in.
Hearing their words, I felt a deep cut in my heart, blood oozing out. But I didn’t feel any pain anymore.
I forced myself up and stumbled toward the stairs.
Just then, a deafening blast came from behind me.
A wave of heat lifted me off my feet and sent me tumbling down the stairs.
“Gosh!” the other diners exclaimed.
Lawrence turned around just in time to see my slender figure—like a butterfly with broken wings—rolling down the stairs and crashing hard onto the floor.
“Maryann!”
