Chapter 591 But What
Ava spoke with absolute finality, leaving no room for negotiation.
Brandon nodded. "Alright, Ava, thank you for your trust. I promise I will give you a definite answer in the future."
As they were talking, they didn't notice that William was hiding not far away, behind a decorative structure. His eyes were filled with shock, and gradually, his expression turned increasingly grim.
His fingers gripped the metal panel on the structure and pulled hard, blood flowing steadily from his palm.
Ava returned to the living room and found that William was not there.
Just as she was about to look for him, a voice came from behind. "Ava."
"William." Ava walked up to him. "You..."
She was about to ask where he had been when she suddenly noticed that his palm was bleeding.
Ava immediately became anxious. "William, what happened?"
William's dazed eyes suddenly became apparent, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "It's my fault. I was clumsy and broke a vase. I tried to pick up the pieces with my hands and accidentally hurt myself."
Ava grabbed William's wrist. "William, come with me. I'll take care of it for you."
She didn't even have time to scold him. Hurriedly, she pulled him to sit down and then turned to get the first aid kit.
William watched Ava's anxious and worried expression. A trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, but soon, his brows furrowed with a hint of coldness, as chilling as a winter wind.
When Ava returned, she had a first aid kit in her hand. She skillfully applied medicine and disinfected and bandaged William's wound.
Staring at Ava, William let out a barely audible sigh. He pondered, 'Why did things turn out this way?'
He would rather Ava had betrayed him and carried someone else's child than for things to be like this.
If she had betrayed him, at least he would have a reason to demand compensation, but it turned out they were in a sham marriage.
Just because he had lost his memory, he had forgotten this fact.
She had told someone so decisively that she would divorce him one day.
It turned out that the woman he loved, the marriage he believed in, and the lover he relied on were all fake. All his feelings were a pathetic joke.
No, not pathetic—ridiculous. This was the most absurd thing in the world. He was just a clown, and everyone was watching him like a pitiful fool, playing along with his act; even the woman he loved the most was like this.
He thought to himself mockingly, 'William, you're so laughable. They all see you as a pitiful fool, and you don't even know it.'
Ava finished bandaging William's hand with extra care. She let go of his hand and looked up, asking, "William, how is it? Does it still hurt?"
William snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head. "It doesn't hurt anymore. I'm sorry. I was clumsy."
"Why are you apologizing to me? You didn't do it on purpose. I won't blame you," Ava said.
"But you were worried about me. Making you worry is my fault, too."
Seeing William's humble and cautious demeanor, Ava sighed softly. "William, you don't have to be so careful with me. You don't always have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong."
William smiled faintly. "But..."
Ava asked in confusion, "But what?"
