Chapter 2

After the essential oil they requested was bought back, I poured the entire bottle on them, spread it evenly, and worked with my colleague to pull them apart.

The process went relatively smoothly. Both were sent to get dressed separately.

I stood there, my emotions inevitably complicated. Just then, my phone buzzed.

It was Mira's reply to the scheduled message I'd sent her.

"Honey, I'm so sorry I can't spend our anniversary with you again. This work trip is really important. I have to stay there for a week."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely bring you back a gift. Love you."

I'd just turned around when I heard Mira come out after changing, walking and complaining as she went.

"It's just an anniversary. What's the big deal whether we celebrate it or not? Still sending those mushy messages—even high schoolers don't do that anymore."

"But if I don't reply, that won't work either. So annoying!"

I stared at her fake words, smiled bitterly, and replied briefly:

"Okay, got it."

I hid in a corner and watched Mira stop, staring at her phone screen thoughtfully.

I figured she was surprised that my reply was unusually bland.

I'd started planning activities for our anniversary a long time ago.

She knew how much I was looking forward to it, yet she still deceived me for Tom.

I sighed and started walking out when I ran into a flight attendant from the earlier flight.

"This is bad, Carter! That guy passed out again!"

She continued breathlessly:

"He came out after getting dressed, took just two steps, then suddenly clutched his neck like someone was choking him. His face turned purple, and then he collapsed."

I'd learned some first aid, so I immediately followed her over.

During the examination, I found that Tom's throat seemed swollen. His neck looked thick, and his limbs showed varying degrees of swelling.

There were also some red rashes on his neck.

A possibility suddenly flashed through my mind.

Allergic reaction!

The likely allergen was that bottle of essential oil from earlier.

I quickly found the allergy medication I always carried in my pocket and fed it to Tom.

Then I knelt beside him, performing CPR, while calling out to my colleague.

"Call an ambulance quick! He's about to suffocate!"

Just then, a shrill female voice rang out.

"No one is allowed to call an ambulance!"

Mira stormed over aggressively and slapped me across the face.

"This is all your fault for dragging things out too long earlier! Your attitude was terrible too. That's what got him into this state!"

Her expression was vicious, her eyes reddening with rage.

My colleague, afraid she'd attack me again, quickly pulled me away.

But Mira remained hysterical, pointing at the surrounding staff and cursing:

"You still want to send him to a hospital? We're prominent people in the business world, not nobodies like you! If word of this gets out, I absolutely won't let any of you off!"

All my colleagues' faces turned iron-blue. Running into this lunatic during work hours—everyone couldn't help but sigh silently.

I quietly watched her lose it. Only now did I understand that all her gentleness and consideration toward me before had been an act.

This was the real her—volatile and arrogant.

One colleague couldn't take it anymore:

"Ma'am, he's in this condition and you still won't let us send him to a hospital. What's more important—his life or your reputation?"

"Why don't you just have your family doctor come over? That way if something goes wrong, you won't blame us."

Everyone chimed in agreement.

Mira's face turned white.

She didn't have any family doctor. She didn't want to go to the hospital simply because she didn't want more people to know.

But she still replied defiantly:

"There are more of you. I can't argue with you all. I'm pregnant! You're all bullying a pregnant woman. Your airline will go bankrupt sooner or later!"