Chapter 16
Vivian froze: “Why not? When we were packing, I saw you had a full bottle of medication!”
Asher set his coffee cup down with a thud: “Nora, stop this nonsense. This is a matter of life and death!”
The onlookers had completely surrounded them.
“Seriously, it’s literally life or death! How stingy can you be to not share even one pill? No matter how expensive it is!”
“His lips are turning blue–he’s about to suffocate! How much is one pill? I’ll pay for it! Just give it to him!”
The man’s wife knelt at Nora’s feet, repeatedly banging her head on the floor: “Please, miss! Just one pill! When he wakes up, I’ll give you $100,000, $200,000–I’ll even give you our house! Just please save him! My daughter is only three months old–she can’t lose her father!”
More and more people joined the plea.
Sweat beaded on Asher’s forehead. He grabbed Nora’s purse: “If she won’t give it, I will! No charge!”
“No!”
Nora screamed, quickly snatching the pill bottle from her bag and throwing it out the window.
The man’s wife lunged toward the window: “No!”
She rushed to the window. Outside was a sheer cliff.
The medicine bottle had already vanished.
From the crowd, a voice called: “It’s too late… he has no pulse.”
The woman gasped, her body going limp as she collapsed.
After a moment of stunned silence, the crowd turned on Nora: “Was that necessary? You’d rather throw away the medicine than help? You’ve killed a man!”
“Call the police! Arrest this heartless woman!”
Nora burst into tears and fled.
Watching her go, Vivian remained stunned: “Brother, she really wouldn’t spare even one pill! Since she was released from the hospital, you’ve bought her ten boxes of medicine!”
Asher’s eyes darkened with mockery: “More than that question, I’m more interested in what was actually in her medicine bottle. Did she really… have a heart condition?”
Back in Washington, Asher continued his attentiveness toward Nora, never mentioning the mountaintop restaurant incident, and occasionally hinting at marriage plans.
Nora became visibly excited, hosting extravagant dinners for all her friends at restaurants costing thousands per person and beginning to scout wedding venues.
Asher never questioned anything, casually transferring seven–figure sums for her spending money.
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Two Chances. One Bullet: How His “Next Life” Promise Failed
Chapter 18
Until one day, Nors withdrew a large amount of cash, mysteriously departed with a suitcase, and drove to a private club.
Asher followed her. With an intimidating presence, he handed the attendant a black card: “My visit here today is not to be disclosed to anyone. Which private room is Nora Sinclair in?*
The attendant happily led him to a door: “This way, Mr. Blackwell.”
Through the door crack. Asher couldn’t clearly see who was sitting across from Nora. He quietly asked: “What do those two look like? Are they aggressive?”
Nora’s parents were supposedly ruthless deadbeats.
Asher needed to prepare himself.
But to his surprise, the attendant thought for a moment: “Not aggressive at all… they seem quite meek, even pitiable!
The attendant had barely finished speaking when Nora’s impatient shouting came from inside: “What do you want? Haven’t I made it clear? I don’t need farm–working parents like you! From the moment I left that village, I stopped being your daughter!”
