Chloe’s face in the distance shimmered in the halo of light, appearing and disappearing, like a demon from hell.
My eyelids felt incredibly heavy.
7:26 AM P
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My eyelids felt incredibly heavy.
Over there, a group of people were cheering around Chloe.
In my peripheral vision, Liam and his good friends raised their glasses.
Chloe pretended to be drunk and leaned into Liam’s arms; he didn’t push her away, instead, he tightened his arm around her waist.
“Liam…” I called out, using every last bit of my strength.
My voice was a mere whisper, barely audible.
He inexplicably glanced back.
Chloe immediately tiptoed and whispered something in his ear.
He frowned, impatiently shaking his head.
In that moment, the last shred of warmth in my heart turned to ice.
I slowly closed my eyes.
I regretted it so much.
Why did I ever get involved with Liam?
Liam was just a poor student from an ordinary family.
My mother, on the other hand, was a billionaire entrepreneur.
I was afraid Liam would feel insecure, so I never told him any of this.
He always thought I was just slightly better off than him.
Chloe walked back over.
She crouched in front of me.
“I heard you grew up in a single–parent household. If you die, your mom will cry her eyes out, won’t she?”
“But it’s fine, Liam can go handle your funeral as the future son–in–law. Maybe your mom will be so soft–hearted, she’ll give all her family fortune to Liam…”
Chloe was certainly dreaming big.
But before she could finish, the private room door was suddenly thrown open.
“Scarlett!” It was my mom’s voice.
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Before I lost consciousness, I saw Mom rushing towards me like a madwoman.
“Scarlett!”
The world before my eyes plunged into darkness.
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I don’t know how much time passed, but I slowly opened my eyes.
The next second, a warm hand clasped mine tightly.
Only then did I realize I was still alive.
“Scarlett, you’re awake? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?”
Mom’s voice was hoarse, her eyes swollen red.
I wanted to say I was fine.
But my throat was so dry and sore, I couldn’t even speak.
“Mom cried tears of distress.
“The doctor said you almost…
She couldn’t finish her sentence, her hot tears splashing onto my cheeks.
I opened my mouth, my throat still burning intensely.
I managed to utter a faint whisper.
“Mom…“”
“Yes, Mom’s here.”
She forced a smile.
“You suffered inhalation asphyxiation; if we had been ten minutes later, it would have been too late. Luckily, Mom made it in time, otherwise…”
I looked at the new gray hairs at Mom’s temples, my eyes stinging with tears.
I always used to say I was grown up and didn’t want Mom to interfere too much.
But in the end, I still caused her so much worry.
“I’m sorry…” Tears streamed down my face.
(“Silly child, you don’t need to apologize.”
7:38 AM P P
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Mom gently wiped away my tears, her eyes suddenly turning sharp and cold. “Someone else should be saying sorry.”
The doctor happened to come in to check on me.
He said my blood oxygen saturation had stabilized, and I could be transferred to a regular room after a few more days of
observation.
After the doctor left, Mom’s tense expression visibly relaxed.
Her tone became calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.
“I won’t let them get away with this.”
