Chapter 16

Yet, Jenna's messages always remained polite. Back when Marceline was at her lowest emotionally, she used to respond to these questions with the sharpest, harshest words. Later on, those responses were screenshotted and circulated in all the group chats Jenna was part of, further cementing Marceline's image as a vicious, spiteful woman in everyone's eyes. Marceline clearly knew that Jenna was trying to break her down slowly and gradually, and it worked. Over these past three years, there hadn't been a single day that wasn't hard to get through for her. Marceline didn't reply to the message. After staying in the restroom for half an hour, she quietly went downstairs. Just as she was about to hail a taxi from the hospital entrance, a car stopped in front of her. It was Curtis'. That license plate—nothing but a string of ones—was unique in the entire Imperialis. The window rolled down, revealing Curtis' face. "Get in," he said. But Marceline pretended not to hear him and walked pa