The Marriage She Turned into War novel Chapter 339

The lyrics and music I had composed previously were already familiar to many people.

When they found out that I was so young, they were all astounded.

Impressed by my talent, they eagerly exchanged contact information with me, expressing their interest in collaborating. I smiled and readily agreed. By the end of the banquet, I had gained much more than I had expected.

After the banquet, Hanson accompanied me to the parking lot.

To be honest, I didn't hold much hope. Since Abigail had brought Joshua with her, if she were to leave, it would undoubtedly be with him rather than seeking me out.

I had lost count of how many times similar situations had happened, and I came to understand that it was best not to harbor any unwarranted fantasies. Otherwise, the only thing that awaited me would be endless disappointment.

When Hanson dropped me off at my doorstep, he waved goodbye and drove away.

As I turned around and tried to walk forward, a sudden, excruciating pain surged through my body like a tidal wave.

Ever since I got this illness, these episodes were frequent. Out of nowhere, my body would be gripped by unbearable pain, leaving me unable to move or even speak.

Large beads of sweat rolled down my forehead as I struggled against the agony. Unable to utter a word, I mustered all my remaining strength to pull out my phone to make a call.

Should I call Abigail?

She was probably losing herself in Joshua's soft embrace right now, oblivious to everything else.

If I had any chance of survival but needed someone to come to my rescue, calling Abigail would be no different from choosing certain death. Her phone seemed to malfunction every time I was involved.

I had lost all confidence in Abigail and was unwilling to rely on her for anything, so I dialed Sophia's number instead.