Chapter 1879


    "Don''t call out to me!" Hertha snapped back furiously, not even bothering to look back as she stormed off to her front door. She swung it open, stepped inside, and mmed it shut with such force that ric was momentarily stunned.


    The already aching heart of ric tightened even more at Hertha''s cold demeanor towards him.


    Dragging his feet, ric made his way back home, feeling as if he had lost all his pirs of support, his body weak and limp.


    That night, hey in bed shivering uncontrobly, wrapping himself tightly in his nket, but still couldn''t shake off the cold.


    It was a torturous night, and by the next day, he found himself unable to get out of bed.


    Throughout the day, his phone by the bedside rang multiple times, but ric, wrapped up in his nket like a burrito, had no energy to answer, shivering from the cold.


    In thete afternoon, around five, the door to ric''s ce swung open, and Ethan stepped inside, calling out tentatively, "ric, ric..."


    No response.


    Thinking the house was empty, Ethan took out his phone to call again.


    The call connected, and the ringing echoed through the room. Following the sound, Ethan walked into the bedroom and saw the phone buzzing on the nightstand, with ric wrapped in his nket, cocooned like a caterpir.


    Who else could it be but ric?


    Ethan ended the call and quickly walked over, bending down with concern. "ric, what''s going on?" he asked.


    ric didn''t open his eyes or respond.


    Suddenly it dawned on Ethan. He had been calling all morning, the phone was working, the ringtone loud. ric had no reason not to hear it. Yet, he wasn''t answering!N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    "Oh no!" Ethan gasped, reaching out to check if ric was still breathing. "Don''t tell me he''s..."


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    emotionlessly, "Get lost, you''re the one that''s gone!"


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    Ethan quickly withdrew his hand,ughing. "Good, you''re still with us. But seriously, what''s up? You''re not at work, hot calling in sick. Your boss here personally calls you, and you don''t pick up. What, are you staging a rebellion?"


    Ethan was joking around.


    ric responded, "Does the Crawley Group always exploit its workers like this? Can''t a guy call in sick without skipping work?"


    "What, you''re sick?" Ethan immediately dropped the humorous act, reaching out to touch ric''s forehead.


    "Whoa, you''re burning up! You''ve really got a fever?" Ethan eximed in shock.


    "No kidding, do people fake being sick?" ric shot back, visibly annoyed.


    "Have you been in bed since yesterday? Haven''t eaten all day?" Ethan was astonished.


    "How could I? I haven''t left this spot," ric replied weakly, managing a listless roll of his eyes.


    "Oh, we can''t have that. If you starved, someone would be heartbroken," Ethan couldn''t help but crack another joke.


    He had always been like this, irreverent from the start.


    That remark hit a nerve with ric. Just as his mood was beginning to improve, it plummeted back down to a gloomy state, and he fell silent.


    Seeing ric''s eyshes flutter


    down, his eyes a storm of sadness,


    Ethan uncharacteristically asked, "What''s wrong? You and Hertha had a fight?" Content belongs


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    "It''s not that. She doesn''t want me anymore. It''s over between us," ric said, sounding utterly forlorn.