“Finnian, are you really drawing a line with me?” she asked. “Are you never going to see me again?”

Finnian nodded. “From now on, I won’t come to visit you, and I won’t see you again. Whatever happens to you, it has nothing to do with me.”

Liliana clenched her fists, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

As if oblivious to her distress, Finnian continued, “You still have industry resources at your disposal, and your acting skills are adequate. If you keep your head down and focus on acting, you can establish a solid foothold in the entertainment industry using the foundation you’ve built over the years.”

“You’ll make far more money than the average person, enough to support your family of three and give your parents a good life.”

“As long as you stop pulling these senseless stunts and focus on working hard and supporting your family, you’ll live a very comfortable life.”

Finnian only outlined what her solitary future would look like, pointedly omitting any mention of his continued help. Liliana’s heart turned completely cold.

She bit down on her lower lip so hard she drew a deep, bloody mark, yet she couldn’t stop her body from trembling.

Unable to hold back any longer, she violently ripped open the front of her hospital gown, exposing the hideous, centipede-like scar across her chest. “Finnian Everly, you have no conscience!” she screamed.

“I made such a massive sacrifice for you! I was perfectly healthy, and I suffered such

a horrific injury because of you. My body is ruined like this, and no one will ever want me. How can you treat me this way?”

Her eyes wide and bulging, Liliana clutched her clothes and shrieked, “How can you cut ties with me?! Finnian, do you have no conscience at all?”

She threw a deranged fit, but the moment she tore her clothes open, Finnian turned his head away.

He didn’t spare her a single glance, merely staring out the window. Throughout the entire ordeal, his expression remained unnervingly calm, as if her hysteria couldn’ cause even the slightest ripple in his mind.

After listening to her scream and shout, Finnian lowered his eyes and said coldly, “You did save my life, but am supposed to let that debt omain me down forever? Besides paid you back for that long ago

“Liliana, do we really need to tally up everything I’ve given you over the years?”

“”

His voice was incredibly composed. Because he was so calm, Liliana’s frenzy began to slowly burn out.

She stared at him, her eyes wide.

As Finnian laid out the facts, a deep dread coiled in her stomach.

It was true. Over the years, Finnian had treated her exceptionally well. Right after the incident, he had given her vast amounts of money, buying a car and a house for her family, elevating them from a working class background to the elite lifestyle of Wye’s wealthy.

Later, when she entered showbiz, Finnian had funneled resources and connections

her way. Thanks to his support, she had gradually cemented her status in the industry.

It was no exaggeration to say that without Finnian, she wouldn’t be where she was today.

Without him, she’d likely be some D-list actress begging for minor roles every day, working herself to the bone for a lifetime and still never being able to afford a home in a prime city like Wye.

She had no way to refute his words. She clutched the bedsheets tightly in silence. Finnian’s face remained impassive as he continued, “Moreover, when you recently stole Amara’s credit and faked a pregnancy, I didn’t come after you to settle that score.”