Matilda's cries were piercingly shrill, "Max, Terra is trying to kill me!”
“Ahh, get away! Help! Max..."
When Maximo arrived, the ward was a mess.
A white noise track of a torrential downpour played on a loop on the bedside table.
Matilda huddled in a corner, screaming hysterically whenever anyone approached.
Maximo rushed over and tenderly pulled her into his arms.
"Matilda, don't be afraid, I am here."
Her face was deathly pale, tears streaming down her face. "Terra called me a vixen, a mistress and said my sister deserved to die. She sent me a video saying if I kept bothering you, she'd torture me to death like my sister."
"Max, I'm so scared. Am I really a mistress? Will you leave me like my sister did? Will you abandon me?"
I stared at Matilda in shock, stunned by how well she acted.
She was the one who ran me over, yet even after I died, she still tried to blame me.
I can’t forget her eyes—colder than a viper’s—as she stepped on the gas and crushed me through the windshield.
Matilda wasn’t panicking. She meant to kill me.
I looked at Maximo, hoping that after three years together, even if he never chose me, he at least knew I wasn’t someone who’d do something so cruel.