Chapter 8
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She was even weaker than before.
Previously, Lily had played the role of the sweet, obedient patient, making Julian and Zachary willingly care for her.
This time, however, Lily abandoned the pretense.
She blamed Julian and Zachary for her current condition.
She couldn't even control her own body.
Lily's condition deteriorated rapidly. At first, she merely needed to be fed, but soon she lost control of her bladder.
Zachary was feeding Lily while Julian gently helped her sit up when he felt something wet beneath her.
"Lily, why are you wet?"
Lily froze, then let out a shriek of disbelief.
Zachary and Julian stared in shock at the soaked bedsheets.
Lily had wet herself.
Julian quickly recovered and attempted to comfort her.
"Lily, it's just an accident. I'll find a doctor—a specialist. We'll get you better, I promise."
Zachary quickly chimed in.
"Yes, absolutely."
Rather than being comforted, Lily grew furious at their words.
"Get out! Both of you get out! This is all your fault! It's because of you that I've become like this!"
"Lily…"
They still tried to comfort her.
Lily grabbed the pillow beside her and hurled it at them.
"I told you to get out! Are you deaf?"
From that day forward, Lily's behavior grew increasingly intolerable.
At the slightest displeasure, she would verbally abuse Julian and Zachary.
The two men were already exhausted from caring for someone who couldn't control her bodily functions; now their burden became even heavier.
After being struck by Lily yet again…
Julian finally spoke up.
"Lily, you're going too far."
"I know you're suffering, and we're doing everything we can to help you. But you can't keep treating us like this."
"We want you to recover too."
Lily listened to their words and let out a cold laugh.
"What's this? Finally losing patience with me?"
"Well, let me tell you something—even if you're impatient, you'll have to endure it. This is what you owe me."
"Lily, you—"
Julian stared at Lily, feeling as though she had become a stranger—someone he no longer recognized.
In the end, Julian and Zachary said nothing more and wearily left the room.
A foul odor permeated the air.
It was the accumulated stench from Lily's neglected care.
"Julian, how did Lily become like this?"
Zachary sighed, stroking the photograph in his hand.
"Perhaps we never really knew her at all."
Julian followed Zachary's gaze.
It was a group photo of me, Julian, and Zachary.
Back then, before everything happened, when our friendship was still intact.
Back then, the three of us were inseparable.
We'd stay up all night gaming together on voice chat, and whenever one of us was down, the others would be there without fail.
Later, when Julian and I started dating, he would warm my cold feet against his stomach.
When I tried to pull away, he would hold on firmly.
"Stay still, sweetheart. This will warm you up."
I would nestle against him playfully.
"You're the best, Julian."
But what did he do to me? Just because of something Lily said, he drugged me repeatedly, treating me like nothing more than a tool.
Julian raised his head, meeting Zachary's gaze.
"We… we made a terrible mistake."
