He Broke My Bones I Broke His Soul novel Chapter 5

In the end, the team of specialists still performed the surgery on me.

Just as expected—even the world’s top experts couldn’t restore my ruined limbs.

From now on, I wouldn’t be able to lift anything heavier than two pounds. No more running. No more dancing.

When the anesthesia wore off, I endured the agony of my wounds being sliced open again.

Isabella arrived at my hospital room, surrounded by doctors and specialists. "Emily, I know you hate me," she said, her misty eyes glistening with unshed tears, that delicate fragility of hers on full display. "But resorting to such extreme methods just to harm me will only provoke Mr. Hawthorne’s wrath. Was it really worth it?"

This was the act that had ensnared every man in her life—Richard, Benjamin, even the man I loved.

I still remembered when she first came to the Sinclair family. Her hands had been rough and calloused, a girl who had slept on the streets and scavenged for scraps with her gold-digging mother.

Ten years in the Sinclair family had polished her into a pampered young miss, her skin now smooth as porcelain, every inch the refined heiress.

"This time, out of respect for Mr. Hawthorne, I allowed the specialists to save you," she continued. "But next month, at my birthday party, you will apologize to me publicly. That was the condition for your treatment. I hope you won’t go back on your word."

I lifted my gaze coldly. "Who agreed to that for me?"

Nathaniel stepped forward. "I did."

His voice was flat, his eyes indifferent, as if I were the one causing trouble.

I let out a sharp laugh. "Get out. All of you."

This man I had loved for three years—I didn’t want him anymore.

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