Elton didn't even try to dodge it. The ashtray hit him square on the forehead, and blood began to run down immediately. Yvette screamed in shock. "Are you insane? You hit him over some stupid decoration!" Elton stared at me coldly and ordered, "Yvette, give it back to her." Yvette stomped her foot in anger and stormed out of the office. When she returned, she was clutching the ceramic kitten figurine in her hand. She hurled it at me, yelling, "Here! Take it! Who wants your stupid junk anyway? No one would pick it up even if it were tossed in the trash. Take your trash and get lost!" The ceramic kitten figurine hit the floor and shattered into pieces. My heart felt like it had broken right along with it. The kitten figurine was gone, just like my life soon would be. At that moment, I felt like I was that kitten. My life was truly ending. A sharp buzzing filled my head, and I slapped Yvette hard across the face. "That was my mom's keepsake! How dare you break it!" I grabbed her, ready to hit her again, but Elton stepped in and held me back. I watched him stand there, protecting someone else, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I cried, "Elton, you've read the news. You know I'm dying. Why are you still hurting me? You're a bastard!" Seeing me cry, Elton sighed. He softened and wiped away my tears. "First, it was the cake. Now, you're saying that you're dying. "Hedy, do you enjoy messing with me? You don't need to act all pitiful. I'm not falling for your tears anymore..." Before Elton could finish speaking, a drop of blood suddenly fell onto the back of his hand. I was having another nosebleed. But it was worse than ever this time. My vision went dark, and I collapsed without warning. Elton caught me in his arms, panic overwhelming his expression as he shouted, "Call an ambulance! Now!" He had never panicked like this before-not even in gunfire or when enemies pointed weapons at him. He had never flinched. But now, all he could do was watch as my blood soaked through his shirt. I was dying. If there was still a chance... Before he hated me one last time, I hoped he would know that I had genuinely loved him for a long time.