To Love a Shadow To Be the Sun novel Chapter 158

"She fainted?" Brian's brow furrowed. "I… I had no idea."

Summer let out a cold, mirthless laugh.

"She was alone at the mountaintop spa. You'd just left, and moments later, someone nearly pushed her off a cliff. And you still claim you didn't know?"

Brian opened his mouth, but no words came.

"Every single danger Elara's faced—every accident, every close call—happened because of you. Yet somehow, you're never there when it matters. Meanwhile, your precious little girlfriend so much as breaks a nail, and you drop everything to rush to her side. You say you love Elara, but every move you make proves just how much more you care for that shameless homewrecker."

"If Elara doesn't divorce you, are you planning to drive her to her grave? Brian, why don't you hold your darling mistress tight and just enjoy your miserable life together? Let Elara go, for God's sake!"

Brian collapsed to his knees, like all the life had been drained from his body. His expensive suit dragged across the dirty hospital floor, but he didn't even notice.

He reached out, fingers grasping at empty air, desperately trying to hold onto something—anything. But there was nothing left. Just like his marriage, which he'd always assumed was firmly in his grasp, only to realize too late that every hurt, every betrayal, had worn it down to nothing.

And now, every word from Summer cut like a knife, pinning him to the pillar of guilt, leaving him stripped of even the right to defend himself.

"Elara…" His voice shook.

"You don't deserve to say her name! Brian, divorcing her is the only decent thing you'll ever do in your life. Don't make her suffer for you any longer."

"Miss Calloway, Mr. Vincent is already devastated. Please… don't make this any harder for him."

Yves Caldwell finally spoke up, unable to watch any longer.

He'd never seen his boss so utterly broken.

"If he really knew what heartbreak was…"

"Tsk," Summer shot back, "So this is the Vincent family's idea of class? Bite someone first and then blame them for punching back?"

Gareth's anger boiled over—he raised his hand, but Charles stepped between them.

Smack! Gareth's slap landed hard on Charles's shoulder.

"Father…"

Brian finally spoke, his voice heavy.

"Even before the specialists from Capital City arrive, the doctors here can save lives just as well. If you actually care about someone, you should be waiting outside the treatment room, not stirring up chaos."

"But that's Lina! The people in there… well, if they were going to die, they'd be dead by now. What harm is there in borrowing a specialist for her?"