Chapter 4
The doctor came for rounds.
“The broken bones can be set, but the ligaments and tendons… they’re much harder to repair.” He sighed. “If she had been treated immediately after the injury, we could have restored at least 80%
of her hand function. But now…”
The doctor shook his head helplessly.
“The VIP patient upstairs is the heiress of the Sinclair group. A few days ago, she suffered a minor
fracture, but the Hawthorne Group flew in a world–class medical team just for her. They’re still in
the hospital. If they were willing to intervene,
willing to intervene, I believe there’s still a chance for her hands to regain
function–maybe not 100%, but at least enough for daily tasks like eating and dressing…”
The resident physician, a woman, looked at me with pity. “Our chief personally went to ask. But…
when they heard it was for you, their condition was that you kneel before Miss Montgomery and beg.”
She knew how humiliating it was, but she had no choice–this was explicitly demanded by the
eldest son of the Sinclair family.
Even now, she trembled remembering the murderous look in his eyes.
I smiled. “It’s fine. I can always just die.”
How pathetic. These words came from my own brother–the one who had already forgotten our
mother’s death entirely.
The doctor paled. She didn’t dare utter another word about begging.
Because they knew if a patient screamed in rage about dying, it might just be a momentary
outburst. But when someone said it calmly, even with a smile, they meant it.
Nathaniel lost control again. “Emily, stop being unreasonable! You hurt Isabella first. All they’re asking is for you to kneel and apologize. Is your pride really worth more than your life?”
I turned to stare at him, lips curling in a cold sneer. “You want me to apologize to the woman who
killed Catherine? I’d rather die.”
Veins bulged at Nathaniel’s temples.
This man, always so aloof and composed–this was the first time I’d ever seen him so unhinged.
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You think I’m gonna fall for an illusion?
Was he really that desperate to see me kneel before Isabella?
Then I’d make damn sure none of them got what they wanted.
I closed my eyes, refusing to look at this filthy world for a second longer.
