My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 94

The address Shawn gave led me to the front entrance of the airport. The moment I got there, I saw a few luxury cars parked by the side of the road, right beside the 'No Parking' sign. People who could afford to leave their cars there were clearly powerful individuals. Among the cars was a black Mercedes Benz that had a car plate number made up of ones. This was clearly Shawn's car. He's probably waiting for me in the car.

I left my vehicle in the allocated parking spot before I got out of the car to walk to Shawn. However, right before I opened the door to the Mercedes Benz, I heard an annoying voice call my name from behind. "What are you doing here, Renee?" This was a voice I despised.

This woman simply refused to learn her lesson. She never knew who she could or couldn't afford to mess with. However, she had the capacity to act recklessly since she was the heir of the Yates Family. Right now, she was also Nicholas' fiancée.

"Is that any of your business?" I asked without turning around. I couldn't be bothered to look at her. "How's your illness?" she asked in a sarcastic tone. I kept my lips sealed. I truly hated the woman behind me, and it gave me a headache to see how persistent she was. I could just open the door to the Mercedes Benz, but I didn't want her to see Shawn.

I was just about to turn around to curse at her when I caught sight of the man beside her, and I froze for a moment. I didn't expect Nicholas to be there. It wasn't just him—it was also everyone else in the Yates Family, except Benedict. Even Nicholas' aunt was there. Nicholas was probably there to pick the Yates Family up from the airport, although I didn't know if he was there to pick up his aunt or Alice. Either way, it didn't matter to me.

When Alice saw the surprised look on my face, she purposely wrapped her arm around Nicholas before ridiculing me. "Renee, you had new gossip just two months after your incident at the church. This time, you even got the Xenos Family from Bryxton involved. And I heard that you kissed Merlin a while ago as well… What a flirtatious woman you are!"

I used to think that Josephine was the dumb one, while Alice was slightly better. However, it seemed like both of them were equally brainless. I narrowed my eyes and gazed at Nicholas, who quickly wriggled his arm out of Alice's grip. It was as if he was saying that he didn't want to be a part of this catfight.

If this had happened in the past, he would have cared for me a little more. He once said that I was his bottom line that others couldn't afford to mess with, yet he didn't seem to be doing anything right then. It was just like how things had turned out two months ago. Technically, Nicholas only made a deal with Quinn so that I would survive, so I shouldn't blame him for anything. His intentions were good, after all. Yet, what he said about my infertility truly hurt me.

All the shameless pleads and wails ended after I heard him talk about my infertility. I no longer begged him to bring me home after that, nor did I continue to stop him from getting married. All I wanted to do then was to escape the place. I was lucky that Shawn had shown up then!

As I returned to reality, I sighed as I thought about how meaningless all of this was.

An embarrassed look surfaced on Alice's face after Nicholas shoved her arm away. "I hope you stay healthy," she uttered out of nowhere.

"Do you have a brain?" I shot her a puzzled glare.

This was the first time Alice had seen me speaking so directly, and her face turned pale after that. "I can't be bothered to explain anything to you after I've already made the post online! So what if I kissed Merlin? I am a single, divorced woman who has the right to be with anyone I want to. Furthermore, what do my and Christopher’s rumors have to do with you? I could immediately marry Christopher if I wanted to, or I could continue flirting with Nicholas—all of this is possible since I'm single. I can go wherever I want and be with anyone I like, including my ex-husband, Nicholas," I hissed.

Alice wore a grim look on her face while Nicholas glared at me with flames dancing in his eyes. I returned the gaze while laughing. "I'm just giving an example, of course. I'd never have anything to do with Nicholas again. This man is in the past, and I don't like looking back at lost relationships."

"That's enough," Nicholas reminded me in an icy tone. This was the first thing that he had ever said to me in the past two months, and I could see the burning rage in his eyes as he spoke. "Do you still love me?" I asked him with a smile. "I just happen to be infertile, but you still love me, don't you? I'm standing right in front of you now, Nicholas. Are you sad because you can't have me?" I targeted his feelings with a sharp tone.

He glared at me speechlessly. At this point, both Alice and Nicholas' expressions were grim, while Roxane, who was standing by the side, quickly stepped in to cool them down. "I don't know about how youngsters date nowadays, President Felix. However, whatever you're talking about is in the past. Now, Nicholas is Alice's fiancé, and I believe that we all know our limits here. We shouldn't do anything to hurt anyone," she uttered and paused before continuing. "Anyway, we shouldn't allow young love to come in the way of the Felix and Yates Families' harmonious relationship, right?"

I only had a decent relationship with the Yates because of Benedict. Once Benedict retired, I was certain that Yates Corporation would fall under my control. This would be my punishment for Alice's disobedience. However, I would have to come up with a long-term plan for that. "Of course," I replied with a smile.

Then, I rested my back against the car before I continued to speak to Alice. "My dear President Yates, you've always been the one who uses sarcasm on me, and you even threw a glass of red wine at me. What did you get in return? A scar on your forehead? You've never gotten anywhere good. If I were you, I would've learned to listen to orders. Please keep an eye on her, Madam Yates."

There was a faint scar on Alice's forehead, and I figured that it was similar to the one on my face. These scars were tough to remove, but she asked for it! Alice glared at me angrily, but she knew to control herself since Nicholas and Roxane were around. Roxane continued to apologize to me. "I'm sorry, President Felix. I'll keep an eye on her from now on."

They didn't seem to want to leave after that, and I stared at them until they felt embarrassed to just stand around. In the end, Roxane was the one who suggested leaving. The moment their figures turned around, I hastily opened the door to the car.

Moments before I got into the car, I saw Nicholas glancing at me. Our gazes met, and I found myself troubled as I suspected that he saw Shawn. Well, so what if he did see Shawn? Nicholas isn't the type of guy to pick a fight.

I smiled at him, but his face remained pale as he parted his lips to speak. "What's your relationship with Shawn?"

"Why don't you take a guess?" I responded quietly. Then, I hopped into the car as fast as I could. Since

it was summer, the car's air conditioner was on full blast, and I felt a cold wind the moment I entered. I turned sideways to find Shawn looking down at the laptop on his legs. He seemed to be handling some matters, and he didn't greet me when I got into the car. Instead, he simply sent orders to the driver. "Drive us to Algen Tower."

Algen Tower was the most famous office building in the whole of Bryxton. Once the driver started on the journey, the car was filled with pin-drop silence. I was certain that Shawn had seen everything that happened between Nicholas and me earlier, yet he didn't question me at all. This man didn't have an ounce of curiosity in him. Any regular man would've asked me about it.

However, I didn't mind his distant demeanor. The main reason I was there was to talk about Kevin, anyway. Since Shawn was busy with work, I decided not to bother him. Instead, I sat beside him obediently, and I waited for him in the car after we got to Algen Tower. He had matters to deal with in the building.

This went on until the sun went down—I had waited for about five hours in the car. Throughout this period, I scrolled through Twitter as I was afraid that Kevin would do something rash. Fortunately, everything seemed peaceful on the Internet. Well, it wasn't entirely peaceful—just the tweet that Kevin had made using Xenos Solutions' official account was enough to trigger the loving side of all the netizens. Many of them were 'shipping' Shawn and I—we were the new popular couple on the Internet.

The truth was that Shawn and I weren't related at all—at least not in any romantic manner. As I was contemplating this matter, I saw Shawn's lanky figure heading out of the Algen Tower. His footsteps were firm and solid, and his expression was as cold as usual. All the wealthy ladies around him were too afraid to hit on him, so the most they could do was tag along behind him. Even then, they only followed him up to the front entrance of the building.

The driver opened the door for Shawn. The moment Shawn bent to enter the car, he fixed his gaze on me, and a peculiar look began to form in his eyes. It was almost as if this was the first time he looked at me today. Could it be because of what I'm wearing? He might be a simple and pure man with no desires, but he's still a man. It's only normal for him to feel attracted to a pretty lady like me, right? This isn't love, though—it's just the way a guy looks at a girl.

"Don't wear this type of clothes from now on," he ordered with a frown. I knew that my outfit was what had caught his eyes. "Why?" I asked. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

"You're too exposed," he responded in the same cold tone. I stared at him speechlessly. This was the first time he had ever made a comment about my outfit. Is this the first time he's paid attention to my outfit? How much has he been ignoring me?

I lowered my gaze to look at my white, cropped singlet. I was tempted to argue that my outfit hadn't offended him in any way, but I didn't want to start a fight with him, so I decided to swallow any resentment that I felt. I simply rested in the backseat of the car while staring out at the night view outside the window. A while later, the driver asked me for my apartment's address. I told the driver where I stayed, and he sent us back to the apartment.

Once we arrived, I led Shawn to my house. I realized that we hadn't had dinner, so I headed to the kitchen to prepare food, but I then realized that I didn't know how to cook. "What do you want to eat tonight?" I asked Shawn.

"Anything." He entered and changed into indoor slippers before sitting on the couch. Then, he opened his laptop and got back to work once more. Since he didn't say much, I pulled my phone out to order out. It wasn't that I didn't know how to cook—I had actually cooked thousands of times throughout my three-year relationship with Nicholas. I knew how to cook all sorts of cuisines. But since I woke up in

Sundew 4 months ago, I no longer felt like entering the kitchen. I even convinced myself that the only thing I knew how to make was instant noodles and porridge. I didn't want to revisit the trauma of the past.

After a while, I lowered my phone and went over to sit beside Shawn. I saw him scrolling through Twitter. Is he going to deal with my matters now? He sure is busy. He probably only found the time to deal with this now.

Shawn scrolled down to see the video of Christopher and I. "I came here to look for you nine years ago." The audio from the video sounded as he tapped into it. I was standing downstairs in the video, and Christopher was on the second floor. We seemed like we were gazing lovingly at one another in the video. I turned to glare at Shawn for a moment. I wanted to turn the video off, but I didn't dare to touch his laptop, so I had no choice but to explain myself. "I couldn't fall asleep that night after I got to Bryxton, so I drove over to that spot. I didn't expect Christopher to be there as well," I said.

Up until then, I had no idea who was the one who filmed the video. The video sounded once more. "I used to love you so, so much—just the sound of your name used to send tingles down my spine. I would've jumped in front of a car for you! I still feel nervous even as I look at you now!" I was speechless. This entire situation was frustrating—Kevin had just recited my words to me this morning, and Shawn was replaying the video right now. Fortunately, he didn't seem interested in it, so he stopped the video and turned to me. "How do you think we should deal with this?"

"What?" I asked dazedly.

"The netizens wouldn't stop making guesses if we just deleted the repost from Xenos Solutions' official account. We have to make a clear statement," he said.

"Should we get a staff member from Xenos Solutions to be the scapegoat for this matter?" I suggested.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow.

"We can say that one of the staff members was too supportive of us as a couple and that they were too involved in our relationship and desperately hoped for us to be together. So, that staff member hacked the company's official account to post that tweet. We can say that we've fired the staff member." I came up with a random idea.

"Us… as a couple?" Shawn mumbled.

"How is that possible, right? I don't even like you." The minute I finished my words, I slapped my hand over my mouth. Why was I so straightforward? Well, I guess it's nothing. He once said that he's not someone I can fall for, right? His words were more hurtful.

Shawn's expression stiffened when he heard my words, but he didn't ask anything more about it. Instead, he logged into the company's Twitter account before he typed some words out elegantly. His slender and fair fingers landed firmly on the keyboard, and anyone who had a finger or hand fetish would definitely fall for him. Just the sight of his fingers made me feel like sucking on it. Yes, I wanted to put his fingers in my mouth and suck on them. It was atrocious how perfect his fingers were. My face turned red just at the thought of them. Why am I fantasizing about him like this? I even imagined the way his hands held onto my waist earlier today.

I was made speechless by my thoughts. I should really keep my distance from him. Shawn used Xenos Solutions' official account to post a simple tweet. 'The tweet posted that day was made by a staff member who was trying to create rumors. We have dealt with the staff member.' Then, Shawn deleted

the previous tweet. His latest tweet was short but impactful, so I was sure that the hype would die down by the next day. "Thank you, Sunny," I uttered while heaving a sigh of relief.

"No worries." He ignored me after that, and he simply headed back to the bedroom. A while later, the food delivery arrived at our doorstep, so I called him out for dinner. He had taken his suit off by then, so he was only wearing a white shirt. However, his tie was still fixed around his collar. After dinner was over, I didn't remove my makeup immediately. My stomach wasn't feeling too well, so I lay down on the couch and rested for a while.

The more I lay down, the more my stomach ached. The intensity of the pain grew by the second, so I ended up crawling over to the bedroom and lying down beside Shawn. He was the only person I could rely on then. He was leaning against the headboard of the bed and reading a book that I had left by my bedside. After entering the room, I crawled into bed before speaking in a weak voice. "I'm in pain."

"Where does it hurt?" he asked. His voice was devoid of warmth, yet I felt like he was the only person I could cling to at that point. I reached my hand out and grabbed his palm to press it against my flat stomach. The touch of his cold skin against mine made me sigh in relief. At that point, I didn't realize how his body had stiffened a little. "Help me massage it a little, Shawn," I said weakly. This was the first time I had properly called him by his name—I was in too much pain to be aware of what was going on.

When I felt his palm rubbing against my stomach, I lay down comfortably and shut my eyes for a while. Soon enough, I fell asleep. I didn't hear what he had said. "How dare you, Myra! No one has ever made me do this. You're really testing my limits just because you think that I won't punish you," he said.

I woke up in the middle of the night to find myself lying straight in bed. When I recalled what had happened the night before, my entire face turned red with shame. I think I reached out to pull his hand over last night, I thought. Meanwhile, Shawn was sleeping on the other side of the bed, with his long

limbs lying neatly on the bed.

My stomach still hurt a little, so I got up and went to the washroom. I realized that I was having my period, so I wore a sanitary pad and headed out to grab a glass of warm water. Nothing seemed to make my stomach feel better—I didn't feel good even after resting on the couch for a long while. At about 4.00AM, I received a call from Leon. I figured that it had to be bad news if he was calling at this hour.

"What is it?" I hastily picked the call up.

"Quinn is really ill. She's hospitalized now," he said. I felt especially terrible since I knew that Quinn's kidney couldn't support her and that her other kidney was in me. "I'll rush to the hospital now," I uttered after sighing. When I got to the hospital, Quinn had just come out from the emergency room. Her face was completely pale—she barely looked alive as she lay on the hospital bed.

I wanted to save her, but I also wanted to live. I couldn't return her kidney to her at all, since I only had one kidney left. However, the key issue was that this kidney belonged to her. I was selfishly enjoying my life with the support of an organ that belonged to someone else. This made me feel terrible about myself—I had no idea how things turned out this way.

A few minutes after I arrived, Quinn woke up and stared at me eagerly. "I want to live, Renee. I want to live with my own kidney." I pressed my lips tight without saying anything.

"You people from the Felix Family are truly robbers. I can't get my kidney back even if I want to. What do you want from me?" she continued. Her figure was frail and skinny; her face was small; her eyes were swollen; and her gaze was glassy and dazed. This was a result of being constantly weak and ill.

I was distracted by the way she was questioning me, and I stumbled backward without even realizing it. "Don't overthink it, Renee," Leon uttered while holding onto me. Then, he turned to lecture Quinn. "Renee didn't do anything wrong. You can't blame her for this, Quinn."

Quinn smiled and turned away without saying anything. She seemed rather disappointed in Leon. Leon didn't know the truth, after all—he didn't know that Quinn's kidney was inside me. I didn't want to tell him anything for fear that it would make him feel worse. However, I didn't want him to misunderstand Quinn either. It seemed like there was no way to get the best of both worlds.

I felt like I was a pretentious b*tch. Am I any different from all those fake b*tches out there? If I were to consider things from Quinn's perspective, I would think that she wasn't doing anything wrong. I was selfish to choose to live!

I tugged on Leon's hand and dragged him out before telling him the whole truth with tears in my eyes. He began to tear up after hearing what I said. For a moment, he turned silent before pushing me aside and leaving the hospital. I was too stunned to do anything for a moment, and it took me a while to regain my composure before giving my assistant a call. "I need you to find a kidney donor."

"Who's the one who needs it, President Felix?" my assistant asked.

"Quinn." I had to force the words out of my mouth.

"Okay, President Felix." After ending the call, I didn't go back to the condominium. Instead, I drove to one of the bars since I no longer had to stop myself from drinking. I didn't have a very high tolerance, so I got drunk after a while. I tried to force myself to drive back to Felix's Villa, but I had only driven less than a mile when the police stopped my car.

They ordered me to do a sobriety test. "That's really high! Don't you cherish your life, young lady?!" the police barked at me.