I lifted my head and glared at her. “Stephanie, you’ll regret what you’re doing today.”
“I’ll only regret it if I don’t teach you a lesson!” she retorted.
They forced me into the bathtub. Hundreds of leeches wrapped around me and soon covered my entire body. In seconds, the water turned bright red.
Not long after that, I lost consciousness.
When I woke up again, I was lying on the living room sofa, receiving a blood transfusion. Then I remembered... Stephanie and I have the same blood type.
She looked at me for a while before sighing. “Do you have to be this stubborn? If you’d just admit your fault, if you’d just be gentle, I wouldn’t have treated you that way.”
What was she even trying to do? Did she plan on hurting me then coax me with comforting words?
I yanked the needle from my hand and staggered upstairs.
Behind me, I heard her embarrassed, angry voice, “John, take this as a lesson! I don’t want to see it happen again!”
At the top of the stairs, I ran into Timothy holding a bowl of porridge. “Ah, Johnny, you’re awake! I made this porridge just for you to recover. Eat it while it’s warm.”