Chapter 1590 In Tatters
When Paul finally exhaled the last drag, he crushed the cigarette into the nearby ashtray. Without lingering, he headed to the restroom to wash the smell of smoke from his fingers.
Returning to the corridor, he found Elara emerging from her examination, her face lighting up at the sight of him.
"Paul!" She hurried over and grabbed his arm with both hands. "The doctor says one test won't have results until tomorrow—I'll let you know then."
Paul nodded, fighting the urge to pull his arm free. As they got into the car, Elara's expression darkened. She took a deep breath, replaying Paul's earlier expression in her mind. He'd gone to smoke—something had unsettled him. Was it seeing Ann?
She couldn't understand what that bitch had that could possibly interest him. Women from that kind of background would only pass on inferior genes to their children anyway.
Her hand clenched as she pulled out her phone, secretly snapping a photo of Paul and sending it to Ann. She'd added Ann on Facebook long ago, and the pathetic woman had never dared to delete her.
Ann had already returned home by then. Ronald, being a gentleman, hadn't stayed long—just reminded her to call if she needed anything. Now it was just Ann and Tan in the quiet apartment.
Back in familiar surroundings, Tan was beside himself with excitement, circling Ann's feet and rubbing against her legs. Ann's spirits lifted until she saw Elara's message, and her mood plummeted.
She'd scrolled through Elara's Facebook countless times, each glimpse a reminder of how their worlds differed. The wealth gap was staggering, and Paul preferred Elara anyway. What did it matter if Elara had a rotten personality? She'd been born with a silver spoon that most people could never dream of.
Ann had a tendency toward self-destruction in matters of the heart, especially when confronted with photos like this one. Paul sat quietly by a window, gazing outside with an unreadable expression.
Ann almost laughed. If she were sitting beside him instead, he probably couldn't maintain that composure. Apart from those brief moments of warmth in the villa, they'd never really communicated properly. It had started with his deliberate antagonism and cutting remarks, and now it was still cutting remarks—just seasoned with disgust.
After another day of rest at home, Ann heard the doorbell the next morning. Leaning heavily on her crutch and using the wall for support, she made her way slowly to the door.
Elara stood outside.
This complex was exclusively owned by Selena for S.M Corporation artists—outsiders weren't allowed in. How had Elara gotten past security?
Ann's face darkened. "Ms. Reed?"
Without invitation, Elara pushed past her and delivered a vicious kick to Ann's injured leg. Ann hadn't expected such brazen aggression in her own home.
Pain shot through her leg as Elara's stiletto connected with bone, and she broke out in a cold sweat, her face draining of color.
The impact sent her crashing to the entryway floor, her phone frustratingly out of reach. Elara scooped up Tan, who had rushed to comfort Ann, holding the puppy with mock tenderness.
"Elara! This is breaking and entering, and you're stealing my pet—that's illegal!" Ann gasped from the floor.
Elara laughed and made as if to drop Tan. Ann's pupils dilated in horror, her heart seeming to crack as she instinctively reached out to catch her beloved pet. But Elara caught Tan at the last second, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
Even tiny as he was, Tan sensed the danger and let out a soft, pitiful whimper.
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