Chapter 114
Jessa lost her balance, her high heel twisted, and she fell instantly.
"Ah!"
Her groan drew sideways glances from people nearby, but Chase just kept walking forward without looking back, treating her like dirt.
I held my bag in front of me, afraid of being spotted by Jessa.
But as luck would have it, among the crowd, she called out my name.
"Blair, give me a hand."
Jessa called for me. She had seen me. She seemed really hurt and couldn't get up.
I slowly moved my bag away. Just then, a nurse came forward and helped her up.
But her cry for help was too loud. I saw Chase rushing toward me in quick steps, his eyes lighting up.
My heart immediately started racing. I guessed what he was about to do, but my heart was resisting it...
"Blair, my dear daughter, you know I'm sick, right? You came to the hospital to see me, didn't you?"
Chase reached out his hand, wanting to get close to me, but I dodged him.
I didn't want to talk to him. Just looking at him made my stomach turn.
"Blair, I was wrong, so terribly wrong. I really know I messed up. I'll go to your mother's grave to repent, and I'll apologize. I'm so sorry to you both."
I knew very clearly in my heart that he hadn't truly realized his mistakes. He just knew he was dying, and I was his last lifeline in this world.
Chase was quite something—after all these years, he'd been so devoted to Arabella that he hadn't even hooked up with another woman to give himself a son.
He really wouldn't think about carrying on the family line or anything like that. He was fundamentally a selfish person.
I suddenly recalled my childhood. Only now did I realize that back then, to prevent my mother from having mother-in-law problems, he never took us back to his own family home.
So, to this day, I've never met my grandparents. I don't know if Jessa has or not.
"Blair, will you do a bone marrow match? I really need you. I know you must be my good daughter. I'm sure we'll be a match."
Chase tried to grab my hand again. I instinctively grabbed randomly and pushed Jessa forward.
"Dad, I'm calling you dad this once out of gratitude for raising me. You only act this way when you need someone, and once you're done with them, you cross the bridge and burn it. Do you think Blair will help you?"
Jessa was right—he really was that kind of person. I was grateful to her for standing up and saying these words for me.
Right now, I just felt like rootless duckweed. I didn't know whether I should just close my eyes and let myself sink. I really wanted to escape from here.
I couldn't believe how shameless Chase was to think I would help him...
"You stay out of this!"
Chase showed no sentiment at all. He pushed Jessa again.
This time, I grabbed Jessa and held her steady.
She turned to look at me, gratitude in her eyes.
"Stand on your own. Don't drag down my daughter." Chase kept saying "my daughter," which made me sick.
When he came to my house asking for money, he didn't have such a pleasant attitude. When he was at my mother's grave, he wasn't this humble either.
Everything he was doing now was just because he wanted my bone marrow.
"Blair, let me go make an appointment with the doctor. We can do it right away, okay?" He was begging me.
I shook my head. "No."
I sneered. "You're seriously ill, you're dying, and only now you start acknowledging me as your daughter?"
"It's not what you think."
"Oh, right, you acknowledged me once before, too—when you came asking me for support money, you also said I was your daughter."
Chase smiled. "That's the truth. We are father and daughter."
"But when you abandoned my mom and me, you sure didn't treat me like a daughter."
My words drew the attention of people around us. Some of them stopped to listen to our conversation.
Seeing people watching, Chase panicked. His eyes darted around, not daring to look at me directly.
"If the match with Jessa hadn't failed, I don't think you'd be treating her so badly either. She's right—you're just an ungrateful person who crosses bridges and burns them."
"How can you talk about your father like that?"
I smiled bitterly. "From the moment I was kicked out of the house, my father died."
"You..."
"At your age, you don't need to pretend. But let me make this clear right now—if you want me to do a match, dream on!"
Chase's expression changed dramatically. "You're so disrespectful! Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
"Heh, I'm disrespectful? Why don't you tell everyone here how you brought your mistress home to bully my mother!"
"You really can't judge a book by its cover. He's actually that kind of person..."
"Never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, but still expects people to help him..."
People around us pointed and whispered. Chase probably didn't expect public opinion to be so powerful. He looked like he wanted to hide.
"You little bastard, are you going to help me or not?"
Chase lost it and started cursing at me again.
I smiled. "No."
Jessa's expression brightened. She seemed to find my answer very satisfying.
"..."
He was so angry he couldn't speak, clutching his chest.
"Also, my life is precious. You should think of me as priceless now. In this world, as things stand, I'm the only one who's useful to you."
"Stop with the sarcastic remarks."
I nodded. "Fine. But I still need to remind you—those who do evil will destroy themselves."
Chase stepped forward and grabbed my throat. Jessa tried to pry his hands off, but it was useless.
"I'm telling you, even if I die, I'm taking you down with me."
I laughed out loud, which startled him.
"Showing your true colors so quickly?" I didn't even bother to resist. I just looked at him with contempt. "Now that's more like you—turning on people when you can't get what you want."
"Just now you kept saying I was your good daughter. Is this how you treat your good daughter?"
The crowd started talking about him again, their rising criticism driving him crazy. He let go of me, but his eyes still held hatred toward me.
I breathed a sigh of relief and straightened my collar.
"Forget about how you just treated me—even if you got on your knees and begged me right now, I would never give you a chance. Don't ever count on me in this lifetime!"
I vented all the resentment I'd accumulated over the years. My biological father, who was worse than an animal, finally stopped haunting me like a nightmare.
Chase was shocked. In his mind, I would never say such heartless words.
But I wasn't a child anymore, not that little girl who couldn't protect herself.
"Blair, sis, are you okay?"
Seeing my pale face, Jessa asked me.
I pressed my lips together. "I'm fine. I'm going to work now. We're not sisters anymore. Who would've thought we don't even share any blood relation?"
Before, she got close to me because of Chase. Now there was nothing left...