A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 477

Keaton took a deep breath, seemingly taken aback by what he had witnessed. "You've really done it this time, Declan. You could have seriously hurt her. What if there's an infection, or worse, it leads to some long-term health issue? You could ruin her life, you get that?"

Curled up in a ball, Chloe shuddered at his words, her fingers tightening into fists—a detail Keaton didn't miss. He sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and concern.

Before leaving, he gave Declan a pat on the shoulder. "Don't end up like Yvan, Declan. We're all friends here. I'm saying this for your own good..."

Declan's gaze was deep, his silence speaking volumes.

Keaton also chose silence, realizing his words of caution were probably falling on deaf ears. After all, you can't wake someone who's pretending to sleep.

As Keaton left, Declan turned back to the living room to check on Chloe, who lay frail on the couch, a stark contrast to her usually vibrant self. It was unsettling.

Normally, Chloe was the life of the party, effortlessly charming every man in sight with her dazzling presence and sharp wit, whether it was closing deals or strategizing. People said that with Chloe by Declan's side, there was no man she couldn't win over.

She made all men happy but shared her bed with only Declan.

But now, looking at the wounded animal that Chloe had become, he felt a twinge of unease.

Her vitality seemed to have vanished as she hugged herself tightly, her eyes closed, her body much too thin.

Declan noticed how much weight Chloe had lost.

"Get up, stop playing dead," he grumbled.

Chloe slowly opened her eyes, her voice hoarse and silent as she tried to speak.

Seeing her like this, almost like a victim of his own cruelty, made Declan seem even more heartless.