He Lost His Mind When He Broke My Rules Chapter 06
When Dylan opened his eyes again, all he saw was
blinding white.
He raised his hand blankly and felt all over his body.
His limbs were intact, and there was no pain of
suffocation.
Relief flooded him. He’d survived.
Whispering voices came from outside the hospital room. It was Arthur Sterling, Dylan’s grandfather.
He looked at me gratefully.
“Clara, we owe you everything.”
“You warned me ahead of time that Dylan would be in danger at sea, told me to send rescue boats and keep them ready no matter what.”
“At first, I was half–heartedly sceptical. As a result, something really happened. If you hadn’t arranged it in advance, I’m afraid our Duan family would have been completely broken here.”
“Grandfather,” I said softly.
“Dylan and I were going to divorce after the cruise anyway. We’re nothing to each other now.”
“I only warned you because you helped my parents when they passed away. I owed you a favor.”
“From now on, his life is none of my business.”
I handed him a neatly folded piece of paper.
“I wrote down every future accident I foresaw for him.
It’s all I can do. Find someone else to help you.”
“I’m leaving the country in a few days. I’m never coming back.”
Arthur’s face fell. He sighed.
“You’re a good girl. The Sterling family failed you. I’m sorry for what Dylan did to you.”
He reached for the paper, but a hand snatched it away.
Dylan leaned in the doorway, sneering.
“Clara, how long are you going to keep this act up?”
He glared at me.
“I was pushed off that ship. Who else hates me that
much but you?”
Arthur started to scold him, but Chloe came rushing
down the hall with a tablet.
“Dylan, I found the cruise security footage!”
She played the video. It was blurry, but clear enough: a
woman in an orange dress reached behind Dylan and
shoved him.
He lost balance, fell over the rail, and was swept away.
Chloe looked at me, tears in her eyes.
“Everyone at the party–only Clara wore an orange
dress.”
Dylan raised his hand to hit me.
“Clara, you’re evil.”
“Enough!”
Arthur stepped in front of me, face dark with anger.
“I trust Clara. This is a misunderstanding. You can’t
condemn her based on a dress color.”
I felt no anger or sadness. I pulled two signed divorce papers from my bag and spoke calmly.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Whether you believe I did it or not, I’m here to give
you these. After the cruise, I came to end things.”
“We’re done. I’ll never appear in front of you again.”
Dylan didn’t hesitate. He signed his name quickly.
He tossed the papers at me.
“Fine. Have it your way.”
Ignoring Arthur’s furious protests, he tore the list of
rules into pieces.
More of your manipulation. I’ll never believe you again.
I watched him calmly.
“Just don’t regret it.”
Dylan stared at my back as I left, thinking it was an empty threat. He paid no attention.
He stayed in the hospital for two days, recovering well.
But on the third night, he couldn’t sleep.
A strange, tight anxiety weighed on his chest.
Then a nurse stepped forward to change his IV.
Suddenly he remembered my rule:
Never let an intern change your IV alone. You’ll die
from drug poisoning.