Chapter 8 The hospital room had just settled into quiet when her phone suddenly rang . Shirley fumbled to answer it . A voice , aged yet robust , came through , " Child , it's Grandpa . " Shirley froze . In her diary , this elder from the Mitchell Family seemed the only relative who'd shown her kindness . " My dear , I've learned everything that's happened lately . " Grandpa Mitchell's voice held both tenderness and heartache . " You've endured too much . Since Timothy married you , he must treat you right . Don't worry - I'll make this right . " For the first time since losing her memory , Shirley felt genuine care and affection . Shirley's nose stung , tears threatening to fall . " No need , Grandpa . I'm fine . " " You always make my heart ache , girl . " The old man sighed . " You're our true heiress , yet after being kidnapped you suffered so much . Your own parents show less care for you than their adopted daughter . And Timothy … " 0.00 % 00.29 D 12 ON Chapter 8 288 Vouchers " After all you've sacrificed for him these years … he treats you with such cold indifference , incapable of genuine affection . He will regret this ! " Shirley stared blankly at the snow - white ceiling . She remembered none of this . Yet merely hearing it made her heart clench in waves of aching pain . " Alright , this old man needs his check - up now . " He finally said . " Remember - come to Grandpa whenever you need support . " Not long after the call ended , the hospital room door burst open . Timothy stood at the door , suit impeccably pressed , eyes icy cold . " First you pull an allergy stunt to fake suicide , then you run to Grandpa for backup . Shirley , is there any trick left besides suicide and Grandpa to get my attention ? " Shirley wanted to explain , but seeing the mockery in his gaze , she finally murmured softly , " I didn't mean to fake anything . I just forgot about my peanut allergy . " " Forgot your peanut allergy ? " Timothy sneered . " Why not say you forgot who you are ? " Shirley watched him silently . Yes , she had forgotten who she was . She'd forgotten the Shirley who groveled for love , forgotten those years of soul - crushing despair , and forgotten … the bone - deep love she once felt for him . 18.60 % 11 00:29 Chapter 8 288 Vouchers But she didn't say a word about any of this . Perhaps pressured by her grandfather , Timothy reluctantly stayed to "care " for her . But it was less like care and more like another form of torment . He ignored the blood backing up in her IV line ; stayed indifferent when hot water scalded her hand ; even when she struggled to breathe and pressed the call button , he only phoned his assistant : " Has Patricia's burn been redressed ? Deliver the best scar treatment ointment . " The cruelest irony was that though she no longer loved him , Shirley still felt suffocated . How had her former self - that woman desperately in love with Timothy -endured years of this endless torture ? As plane tree leaves drifted past the window , she suddenly remembered the words on her diary's last page : " If I ever stop loving you , it'll mean my heart has died . " Now she realized that Shirley who wrote those words had likely died long ago in countless ignored nights . The day Shirley was discharged , the hospital room stood empty . Shirley knew Timothy had gone to find Patricia again . Three years into their marriage , the days he'd spent by her side could be counted on one hand . She'd grown accustomed to it , silently waiting for her immigration 42.90 % 00 29 Chapter 8 288 Vouchers paperwork to be processed . Meanwhile , Patricia's Social Media Feed never paused- Skiing in Switzerland , the Eiffel Tower in Paris , island sunsets … In every photo , Timothy's gaze was piercingly tender . The latest post showed them at a mountain's snowy base . Timothy's slender fingers gently gathered Patricia's scarf as he bent to secure it tighter . Patricia leaned into his embrace , her smile beaming . The caption read : He promised to show me the whole world . Shirley scrolled past it calmly , as if viewing a stranger's post . Three days later , immigration finally called to confirm her paperwork was ready . She immediately hailed a cab . Zay After collecting her passport and visa , she stopped by the law firm to pick up the divorce papers and cut all ties with family . With everything prepared , she could finally leave this place for good . Shirley neatly folded the divorce agreement and family severance documents , tucking them into the innermost compartment of her bag . Just as she zipped it shut , her phone screen lit up . Patricia : Sis , we need to talk.J Shirley : About what ? ] 67.67 % 00 29 ON DOG Chapter 8 288 Vouchers Patricia : You've held the title of Mrs. Mitchell for three years . Isn't it time to return it ? ] Shirley's lips twisted into a cold smirk as she typed : Already did . ] She tossed the phone into her bag and walked home without looking back . As she pushed open the front door , the motion - sensor light in the Entry Hall remained dark . Frowning , she fumbled for the wall switch when a sharp pain exploded at the back of her head- Before consciousness faded , she heard Patricia's voice speaking with a man .