"Listen, Devon's a valuable asset, okay? And I'm his boss, remember? Of course, I gotta pay attention to him! 'You think I enjoy going out all the time? Come on, I'm just doing it for us!"
"Oh, by the way, you studied computer science too, right? If you had even half of Devon's skills, I wouldn't have to spend my days faking smiles with him, you know."
She lay back on the couch, her eyes half-closed as she kept mumbling in a daze.
She seemed to have forgotten that I graduated at the top of my class, that my graduation project was what helped her start that tech company, and that I made it become the top in the industry.
I literally gave up my career for years to support her! And now… how come I'm just some useless guy in her eyes?
But I didn't argue. I just quietly walked into the study and started sorting through my files for the work handover.
She must've waited for a while and eventually noticed that I wasn't coming to run her a bath, so she got up reluctantly, stumbled over, and leaned against me.
The smell of smoke on her was so strong that I held my breath and turned away.
She smelled like Devon's favorite brand of cigarettes.
"Come on, honey, don't be like this. Can we just wash up and go to bed? I'll even wear that little dress you like…"
Her tone was a little too sweet, and I knew that too well. It was the kind she only used when she felt guilty.
And, of course, she forgot—I was bitten by a damn dog this morning. The bite was still stinging, and I was not even supposed to get it wet.
It was like a freaking hellhound! That thing straight up sunk its teeth deep into my leg and wouldn't let go! My blood was literally pouring on that street!
The doc had to give me a rabies shot and told me I'd lost some motor function in my leg, meaning I was screwed. I couldn't do anything physically intense anymore, not even sports.
After treating my injury, the doctor shook his head, saying, "I'm so sorry. If you'd gotten here half an hour earlier, we could've saved the nerves."
Probably seeing I wasn't in the mood, Meredith dropped her pride for once. She grabbed my hand and guided it to her chest.
But I jerked my hand away, and she looked humiliated. Just as she was about to lose her cool, her phone lit up as a song played. It's that damn "Love of My Life," a special ringtone—for Devon.