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woke up the next day.
3:02 PM
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I found myself back in the hospital, and the wound on my forehead had been treated.
Turning my head, I saw a haggard, pale face reflected clearly in the window.
I numbly removed the bandage, revealing a long, deep wound stretching from my forehead to my cheekbone, raw and bloody.
[Congratulations, Host, on completing the task of disfigurement.]
Touching my ruined face, my throat tightened.
“Where are Ezra and my brother?”
[Nora was frightened, and her depression relapsed. Your fiancé and brother are by her side, not leaving for a moment.]
[And…]
The system hesitated but ultimately said nothing, only comforting me:
[Host, just hang on a little longer. No matter what they do, once you finish the abuse plot, they’ll realize you’re the only one they love. Then you can enjoy their love and live happily ever after.]
Happily ever after, huh?
I tugged at the corners of my mouth, saying nothing.
I used to believe Ezra and my brother would eventually see through Nora and her mother’s facade. I compromised again and again.
But now I finally understand.
This so–called happiness is twisted.
I don’t want this kind of happiness anymore.
When I got home from the hospital, Ezra was resting with his eyes closed on the sofa.
His expensive suit jacket was casually thrown aside.
He looked utterly exhausted.
As I got closer, I could faintly smell Nora’s perfume on him.
Hearing my movement, he opened his eyes and looked at me in confusion.
“Why are you back? Why aren’t you staying at the hospital?”
I lowered my head and said nothing, trying to pass by him to my room.
He suddenly grabbed my wrist, somewhat angrily asking, “Mabel, I’m talking to you. What’s your problem now?”
My foot injury hadn’t healed yet, and his forceful tug made me gasp in pain.
Seeing my gritted teeth, Ezra stood up and stared at me.
“Is it because of your face, or are you mad about last time?”
“It was just a small lesson. Is it really a big deal?”
So, in his eyes, throwing me from a height causing a miscarriage and a broken leg, and forcing me to kneel and apologize to Nora was just a small lesson?
I looked at him with red eyes, filled with grief and anger, “A small matter? You think causing my miscarriage and breaking my leg is a small matter? Is Nora’s mood more important than that?”
That so–called small matter in his words killed my child and made it impossible for me to dance again
3:02 PM
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But just because Nora was upset, he was so anxious.
Ezra had never seen me so out of control. After a moment of surprise, his tone became a bit impatient.
“The doctor said it won’t affect your walking in the future. If you can’t dance, then don’t. Just be Mrs. Ezra after we get married.”
“Miscarriage? Even if you never get pregnant again, Nora will have kids for you.”
“Then you can raise her kids.”
He frowned as he spoke, wanting to say more, but his gaze softened when he saw the scar on my face, “As for the scar on your face, just leave
- it. Don’t treat it.”
“You’re prettier than Nora, which makes her feel inferior. Now that you’re disfigured, it’s just in time for my engagement party with her.”
“You can be the bridesmaid, so you don’t steal her spotlight.”
I stared at Ezra, dumbfounded.
Even though I was used to his favoritism toward Nora, my heart still ached.
“What am I then?”
“What does our relationship mean?”
Ezra moved his lips but remained silent for a long time before saying:
“Just be good.”
He seemed to want to say more, but his phone rang suddenly.
As he answered, his expression grew more and more serious, and his gaze toward me became increasingly complicated.
On the other end, I could hear my brother’s excited voice, “There’s hope; Nora can be saved… the same rare blood type…”
My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a foreboding sense of doom.
At that moment, the system suddenly shouted, “Host, run!”
