Chapter 5 

Mero 

Quilla Lewis burst into tears. 

Bastian Hanson emerged from the examination room to this scene. 

He rushed over, shielding Quilla Lewis behind him, roaring at me, “What did you do to Quilla? She’s a patient! Why are you tormenting her?” 

Watching his outburst, I laughed wryly. 

Even the most rational person can lose control, all because of a few tears. 

He hadn’t even asked for context, immediately placing me in the role of aggressor. 

This was my husband, the man I once loved so deeply. 

My heart felt like it was being squeezed, suffocating. 

Quilla Lewis sobbed, “Honey, don’t be mad. Sister didn’t do anything. She just said something about my ring. Please don’t blame her.” 

Bastian Hanson’s face darkened further. 

“The transfusion date is set. Any games you play won’t change that. I won’t let anything affect Quilla’s surgery.” 

He thought I was against the 

But I didn’t explain. 

transfusion 

Explanations were useless; he wouldn’t listen. 

I silently returned to my room and closed the door. 

Now, my only company was my design sketches. 

I loved drawing and designing. 

My biggest dream was to see my designs on a runway. 

and 

deliberately upsetting Quilla Lewis. 

Fortunately, I’d received an invitation for next year’s fashion show. 

Unfortunately, I might not live to see it. 

I wanted to finish 

my 

sketches 

before 

the surgery, 

at least 

fulfilling one wish. 

As I worked, the medication’s effects kicked in, and I grew drowsy. 

I placed the sketchbook on the bedside table and fell asleep. 

I awoke to rustling sounds and saw a little girl scribbling on my sketches with a pencil. My meticulously drawn designs were ruined. 

I sat up, grabbing her hand, “What are you doing?!” 

The girl startled, looking up. 

She had Quilla Lewis’s features. 

Quilla Lewis’s daughter, Lily. 

“Bad woman! You made my mommy cry! I’ll punish you!” 

She cried, her shrill voice like nails on a chalkboard. 

Seeing my ruined work, my blood pressure spiked. 

I’didn’t care about her age, “Who told you to touch my sketchbook? Haven’t your parents taught you not to touch 

other people’s things?” 

She cried louder, 

louder, yelling, “Help! The 

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bad woman’s going to hit me! Help! Grandpa!” 

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My father and Bastian Hanson burst in, shoving me aside. 

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Their force sent me crashing into the headboard, a sharp pain lancing through my head, my vision blurring. William, seeing Lily’s tear–stained face and red wrists, punched me twice. 

“Bad mom! Why did you hurt Lily?!” 

Lily sobbed, “I saw Auntie sleeping, so I wanted to cover her with a blanket. I didn’t know I did anything wrong, and Auntie wanted to hit me! I was so scared! Auntie almost killed me!” 

My father exploded, “Do you have any sense? You hit a child?!” 

I said nothing. 

I touched my hair, finding wet, sticky blood. 

He didn’t notice, furious, yanking my hair. 

“Is this the upbringing I gave you? Why would you hit a child?!” 

My face paled with pain. 

My head forced back, I said, “Dad, if I said I didn’t, would you believe me? Would 

any of you believe me?” 

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