Chapter 6

Chloe POV

Two days later.

My right hand was severely burned, so I could only use my left hand to awkwardly sort through my mother's belongings.

The front door suddenly made the sound of a password unlock.

I thought it was the housekeeper and didn't turn around.

Until the sound of high heels clicking against the floor stopped behind me, and a saccharine, affected voice rang out.

"Miss Blake, long time no see."

I turned around to see Seraphina.

Seraphina wore designer haute couture, surveying the villa like a victor, her gaze finally landing on my face as she covered her mouth and giggled.

"Hayden said you've been in a bad mood lately, recuperating at home. I came specifically to see you."

"Seen enough? You can leave now."

My tone was cold.

Seraphina wasn't bothered. She leisurely walked to the table and picked up a photo frame.

It was a photo of my mother from when she was alive.

"Tsk, this is your bankrupt dad who jumped off a building and your mom who died of illness?"

A flash of malice crossed Seraphina's eyes.

"A whole family of short-lived ghosts. No wonder you can only cling to Hayden like a dog."

"Shut your mouth!"

I suddenly stood up, rushing over to snatch back the frame.

But Seraphina simply let go.

With a crisp sound, the frame fell to the floor, glass shattering everywhere.

My heart clenched violently. I crouched down to pick up the photo.

But Seraphina suddenly crouched beside me, grabbing my hand and lowering her voice.

"Chloe, you can't fight me. As long as I shed one tear, Hayden would give me his life. What are you?"

With that, she picked up a sharp piece of broken glass and without hesitation drew a long gash across her own pale arm.

Blood immediately gushed out.

"Ah! It hurts! Miss Blake, why would you do this to me!"

Seraphina suddenly screamed, collapsing to the floor, crying with tears streaming down her face.

The door banged open.

Hayden strode in.

I watched him stare at the blood on Seraphina's arm, then rush forward and shove me aside.

Already weak, I staggered backward from his forceful push, my waist slamming hard into the sharp table corner before my whole body fell into the glass-strewn floor.

Sharp fragments instantly pierced my left palm and legs. Searing pain struck, my vision went dark, and cold sweat instantly soaked my back.

"Hayden, it hurts... I just wanted to see Miss Blake, and she suddenly went crazy..."

Seraphina trembled in Hayden's arms.

Hayden covered Seraphina's wound, turning to look at me with eyes so cold they could kill.

"Chloe, you're getting more vicious by the day! Seraphina came in good faith to see you, and you dared to hurt her?"

I lay on the floor, looking at my own blood-soaked hands, then at Hayden's furious face.

I didn't defend myself. I just smiled, a smile uglier than crying.

"Yes, I'm vicious."

My voice was weak but every word clear.

"Hayden, why don't you just kill me."

Hayden picked up Seraphina and strode outside.

"You stay here and reflect! Without my permission, no one is allowed to treat her wounds!"

The door slammed shut.

I lay on the cold floor, looking at the blood everywhere, and took out my phone to call emergency services.

At the hospital, the ER nurse was shocked to see my injuries.

"Chloe?!"

I looked up to see Derek's sister, Stella.

Stella picked out glass shards while crying.

"That bastard Hayden, how could he do this to you!"

I trembled from the pain but gripped Stella's hand in return.

"Stella, do me a favor. Help me... die cleanly."