Chapter 2

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Ethan's voice was hoarse, "Don't be silly, she's my girlfriend now, she'll be your aunt soon."

The word "aunt" ignited Vivian.

"No!"

She screamed, grabbing the blood bags that had almost killed me and smashing them on the floor.

Seeing me awake, her face contorted, her eyes filled with dark madness.

My eyelids twitched, sensing what she was about to do, I instinctively dodged. But she grabbed a pair of medical scissors and lunged at me, slashing my face.

Warm blood dripped down my cheeks onto the white sheets.

My vision blurred.

But Vivian didn't stop there. She climbed on top of me, pinning my hands with her knees, the scissors wildly slashing my face again and again.

"It's all your fault Uncle doesn't pay attention to me, what are you? A cheap, slutty thing, without that pretty face, how are you gonna seduce my uncle?"

I lost consciousness amid the nurse's screams.

When I woke up, only a young nurse was there.

"You're finally awake. Your face was slashed more than twenty times, luckily the hospital got to you in time, otherwise that pretty face would be ruined. That girl was ruthless, she almost killed you."

I gently touched the bandages covering my face. "Where's the man who was here?"

The nurse guessed our relationship, her eyes filled with pity.

"After you passed out, the girl started crying, he frantically took her to see a doctor."

I gave a stunned laugh.

A dull ache spread through my chest.

Vivian slashed my face twenty times, and he didn't care.

Vivian feigned tears, and his world was falling apart.

Love and indifference, it was so clear.

I had been fooling myself, believing that if I was good enough to him, I could win his heart.

The brutal truth slapped me hard.

I opened my phone, and Vivian's post popped up.

In the video, she was nestled in Ethan's arms, whining, "Uncle, I got carried away and slashed Shreya's face, will she hate me?"

Ethan chuckled nonchalantly, "It wasn't intentional, she's not petty and she loves me so much, I'll just sweet-talk her, she'll give me her life, let alone her face."

"Hee hee, she's like a clingy dog."

My body trembled uncontrollably, as if I were thrown into a blizzard.

Five years of affection were worth nothing to Ethan, as cheap as dirt.

Forcing back the tears, I called my mother in Hong Kong, "Mom, I'll marry into the Hawthorne family."