It started to get annoying.
My body was lifted up all of a sudden, causing my eyes to fly wide open and see Anthony’s handsome face up close.
A glass of warm water was held out in front of me. I stared unflinchingly at it but didn’t react for a long time. Finally, I raised my infused hand to take it.
Truth be told, holding the glass was a rather difficult task with the needle stuck into my hand. Anthony’s eyes were filled with pain as he looked at me.
As I squinted my eyes, the glass in my hand unexpectedly slipped out of my grasp. The glass shattered upon coming in contact with the floor, the loud noise reverberating through the room.
Instantly, the temperature in the room seemed to plummet. With a faint smile on my face, I said, “Sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
Even though I was apologizing, my gaze on him was unfeeling and had no trace of guilt in it.
His brows drew together as he replied in a tensed voice, “It’s fine.” Then, he crouched down to pick up the broken glass.
Perhaps he couldn’t stand the silence hovering over us, so he spoke again, “Do you still want some water? I’ll pour you another glass.”
I lowered my gaze just then. Perceiving the slight tremble in his hands, the chill in my heart intensified.
“He was suffocated to death. Did you see it?” I knew that with John’s personality, he would’ve shown Anthony that video.
From the moment Anthony appeared, I had noticed the repressed pain in his eyes.
Yes, he had cried, and that was all that mattered to me—knowing that he was in pain.
His hand stiffened midway, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at me.
When our eyes met, I sneered, “Mr. Featherstone, do you think a quick death is better or a slow one?”
He stayed silent, the pain he was feeling clearly displayed in his eyes.
Seeing as he didn’t speak, I got frustrated and pulled out the drip needle on the back of my hand.
Because I had used too much force, some blood spurted out and stained the white sheets.
I swung my feet to the side and stepped onto the ground barefooted even though I knew it was littered with glass shards.
Without hesitation, I pressed one foot down. When my sole landed on the back of Anthony’s hand, blood spilled from his palm and slowly spread on the ground. Did it hurt?
I didn’t know. All I knew was that when I held the glass shard and desperately tried to cut the rope that bound my child’s fate, it pierced into my palm again and again, staining the rope a dark red. Even so, I had failed to save my child.
I slowly looked down and saw that Anthony’s face had gone slightly pale from the sudden pain. With a casual smile, I said, “Sorry, I didn’t see your hand there.”
“It’s fine.” His voice was flat, so flat that I couldn’t detect any emotion in it.
Skirting around him, I poured myself a glass of water and sat down on the chair to sip on it.
Anthony remained crouched on the ground, pulling out the glass shards from his palm with an expressionless face.
Blood oozed from the cuts on his palm and pooled on the ground.
Did it hurt?
I was numb to everything, with only frustration as my companion.
When Rylee arrived and saw Anthony’s bloodied palm, she looked as though she wanted nothing more than to tear me apart. “What the hell did you do, Sienna?”
Glancing outside the windows, I surmised that it was probably very late now. She was really crazy about Anthony, even more so than I thought.
With an arched brow, I shifted my gaze toward her, only to realize that both Jared and Joe had come in after her.
I smiled blandly. “Thank you for visiting me even at this hour, everyone.”
Rylee glared at me and knelt down to check on Anthony. Suddenly, the television in the room switched on by itself.
As I suspected, that video started playing on the screen, forcing Rylee to watch it until the end.
I was already numb by then, so I observed everyone’s expressions instead.
There was fear, heartache, shock and disbelief.
John really was a genius to have come up with this idea to let all of them watch the video together.
The video finally ended after some time. Rylee looked at me, then at Anthony’s hand.
She was ashen-faced; I liked seeing her this way. Putting down the glass of water in my hand, I slowly approached her. Then, I crouched in front of her and smiled. “Ms. Lorraine, did you enjoy the video? Do you wanna know what it feels like when your child is finally taken out of you after being suffocated to death?”
Her face blanched with horror as she exclaimed, “You’re crazy!”
I huffed out a humorless laugh, admiring the panic sprawled across her face as she protected her protruding belly with both hands. Slowly, my smile turned vicious, and I lowered my voice to say, “Would you like to have a taste of the pain I felt at that time? Hmm? Your mother probably likes that method too. Why else would she have used it on me? Don’t you agree?”
“You can’t go around throwing baseless accusations, Sienna!” Rylee fell back onto the ground in shock, scrambling backward on her fours.
Having just recovered from his shock, Joe helped the panicked Rylee up from the floor. “How can you be so sure that it was her mother who did this, Sienna?”
I raised my brows in response. “Would you like to see the evidence, people?” I paused for a moment before saying in a bored tone, “Actually, spoilers are no fun. Tell you what, I’ll show you guys what a suffocated child looks like some other day.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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