My Grandmother’s Ashes, My Wife's Divorce Paper novel Chapter 6

Ava rushed to help me up, finally seeming to care.

I mustered all my strength to push her away, my body trembling with pain as I slowly stood up.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands. You don't deserve to."

"You've got some nerve, Lucas."

"You even picked on my cousin?"

Noah jabbed his finger at me, furious, clearly itching to hit me again.

But seeing how bad I looked—blood everywhere—he didn't want to risk it.

The crowd dispersed, and I hobbled out, clinging to the wall as blood dripped down my back.

"Lucas…"

Ava whispered my name, like she was about to run after me, but suddenly, the voice of a superior boomed from the crowd.

"Robert, are you okay?"

"Quick, someone help! Robert's passed out!"

Ava froze and immediately ran over to Robert.

She didn't even glance at me again.

"You guys, what are you waiting for? Call an ambulance!"

…

I took a cab to the hospital, and stayed there for three days.

In those three days, Ava never called, never texted, never checked in.

I was the one dragging myself to pay the bills and get my meds.

The doctor said I was lucky—if the driver hadn't been speeding, I could have ended up with a permanent disability.

He asked about the bruises.

I gave a weak smile and said, "I saw a stray dog being attacked by other dogs."

The doctor looked at me like I was insane, but he told me to take care of myself and not waste time on stray animals.

I nodded.

I was starting to understand.

It wasn't worth it.

If I could go back, I'd only cherish those who loved me and myself, because that's what truly matters.

The day I left the hospital, I handled my discharge papers alone.

On my way out, I saw Ava and Robert in a doctor's office.

Robert looked healthy and strong, with no sign of anything being wrong.

Ava was acting like his personal nurse, asking the doctor every little thing.

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