Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1769

Faced with Sylvia's unyielding harshness, Sophia felt utterly helpless and finally nodded. "Okay, I'll go right now. If you need absolutely anything, please call me immediately."

Stealing anxious glances over her shoulder with every step, Sophia finally left the house. As the heavy front door clicked shut, the entire villa plunged back into dead silence.

In truth, Sylvia had intentionally lost her temper to drive Sophia away. She was a fiercely proud woman, an indomitable powerhouse in the corporate world. Even if the sky came crashing down, she absolutely refused to let a subordinate witness her in such a pathetic, miserable state, unable to even walk.

Sylvia waited until she was absolutely certain Sophia was far away and she was entirely alone in the massive house. Only then did she grip the edge of the sofa with both hands, desperately trying to push herself up. Gasping for air, she dragged her inexplicably paralyzed right leg forward inch by agonizing inch.

But it was simply too difficult. After barely managing two pathetic steps, she could not go any further. Her right leg felt as stiff as a block of wood, the knee refusing to bend. Even the slightest exertion sparked a blinding agony, as if her bones were splintering apart. Utterly defeated and devoid of energy, she collapsed back onto the sofa.

She had merely been trying to reach the bathroom to soak her feet. She still harbored a fragile sliver of hope that perhaps immersing her foot in hot water would restore circulation and bring the feeling back to her leg. She quietly reasoned that she had probably just pinched a nerve from curling up in the exact same position on the sofa all night long. Yes, that had to be it. She chanted the hollow reassurance over and over in her mind.

"Why is there no feeling! Why!" she screamed in utter devastation, hurling the heavy metal showerhead violently against the floor tiles.

With a deafening crash, water exploded in every direction, soaking her pale face and tangled hair. Unable to hold back the breaking dam any longer, Sylvia buried her face in her hands. Sitting on the flooded shower floor, she burst into hysterical, soul-shattering sobs. She sat beneath the relentless downpour, crying until her eyes swelled shut and her throat was scraped raw.

Just then, the phone she had abandoned on the edge of the vanity began to ring loudly. Sylvia's agonizing sobs slowly tapered off. Refusing to miss a single shred of news regarding Steve, she planted her palms against the wet floor tiles and brutally dragged her deadened leg out of the stall, stretching a trembling arm to grab her phone.