Chapter 139

Ronald's face suddenly went cold, his features tightening with a chill as his voice rolled out, low and biting. "You came here for Jordan?" I looked straight at his sharp, handsome face, my whole body shivering, fingers frozen stiff. "I’ve only got ten minutes left to respond—I’m begging you, please, help me." "Wow, this doesn’t sound like you at all," Ronald pulled his hand away, eyes lit with something close to mockery, though his mouth curled into a frosty smirk. "Same kind of emergency, but last night at the hospital you looked calm as ever, like it didn’t even matter. But now it’s Jordan, and suddenly you're falling apart?" Ronald had always been arrogant, prideful, and at times so petty it left me speechless. In our past life, he wanted me to treat him like some kind of god—like even after death, he'd still deserve my first incense stick. I went along with it back then. But not this time. This time I’ve gone against him every step of the way. Last night he saw how indifferent I w