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, 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.
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.
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.