Chapter 4

Blood kept overflowing from Mom's mouth.

I held Mom's head, screaming at Chloe.

"Call 911!"

Chloe tilted her head:

"Ethan sent me to see if you've realized your mistake, not to be your nanny."

My voice was hoarse, unlike my own:

"Can't you see my mom is hurt?"

Chloe smiled, then turned and walked towards the door.

"What are you doing!"

The next second, the door was locked from the outside.

Then, the TV screen also went dark, and the whole house plunged into darkness.

I rushed to the door, frantically pounding on it:

"Chloe, what are you doing? Open the door!"

My palms stung from hitting, but there was no response from outside.

In the darkness, Mom's breathing was so faint I could barely hear it.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.

My phone was taken by Ethan, where was Mom's phone?

I trembled as I searched Mom's pockets.

But she left in such a hurry, she didn't bring anything.

Clutching a last sliver of hope, I staggered to the window, wanting to open it.

But there wasn't even a handle on the window frame.

Because I had depression, Ethan was afraid I'd do something foolish.

He had all the windows replaced with tempered glass and welded shut.

I turned and ran back to the door, screaming desperately:

"Help! Is anyone out there! Help!"

My throat was raw from yelling, but there was no response.

Ethan had specifically bought this villa for me.

He said the air in the suburbs was good for recovery.

The nearest neighbor was a mile away, and there wasn't even a pedestrian on the road.

I collapsed to the floor, all my strength drained.

Mom in my arms, her breathing growing weaker and weaker.

I held her, tears falling onto her face:

"Mom, don't sleep, please talk to me? Mom, hang in there, I'll save you!"

I gently placed Mom on the floor, then rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife.

Aiming at the door lock, I hacked down hard.

But the door only got a shallow white mark.

I hacked again and again.

The web of my thumb split open, blood flowed down the handle.

I hacked countless times, my arm so sore I couldn't lift it.

The blade was bent, but the door was still intact.

I knelt beside Mom, pulling her back into my arms.

Her eyes were half-open, her pupils were already starting to dilate.

"Mom! Mom, look at me! It's Sophia!"

I gripped her hand, pressing it against my face:

"Mom, don't leave me alone! Dad's gone, you can't go too…"

Mom's lips moved.

I leaned closer and heard her weak voice:

"Live well…"

Then her hand slipped from my face.

"Mom!"

I screamed heartbroken, holding her and crying uncontrollably.

I don't know how long I cried, until I felt like an empty shell.

I carried Mom to the bed in the bedroom, covering her with a blanket.

Time passed, minute by minute, until finally there was a sound.

I walked into the living room.

Ethan stood at the door, with Chloe behind him.

He looked at me, his voice gentle as if nothing had happened:

"Sophia, Chloe said you've realized your mistake."

Ethan walked up to me, reaching out to touch my face:

"Alright, stop this. I won't bring up that professor thing again. Chloe and I, it was just this once, we'll live well together from now on."

He said casually:

"I'll inform everyone, the engagement will proceed as planned. You can be Mrs. Evans in peace."

Chloe stood behind him, smiling sweetly:

"Yes, Sophia, a man as good as Ethan, you won't find another if you miss him. What else are you unhappy about?"

She licked her lips, her tone suggestive:

"And Mr. Ethan is really good in bed…"

Ethan chuckled, not denying it:

"Sophia, why aren't you speaking? Still angry?"

I finally looked up, meeting his eyes.

"Before that, I have a big gift for you both."

Ethan paused, then smiled:

"What gift? An engagement gift?"

I walked into the kitchen, picked up a knife, and hid it behind me.

Ethan and Chloe exchanged glances, waiting where they stood.

I walked up to Ethan, and with all my strength, plunged the knife into his abdomen.

The blade pierced his shirt, sinking into his flesh.

Ethan looked down at the knife in his stomach, his face filled with disbelief.

The next second, I pulled out the knife and plunged it fiercely into my own heart.

Blood gushed from my chest, splattering Ethan's face.