But the more I feared something, the more likely it would happen. While cleaning the second-floor study, the stool under my feet suddenly shook. Then, the vase beside me fell to the ground and shattered.
“Who told you to touch that?” Dominic quickly rushed over.
Looking at the shards on the floor, he raised his hand and slapped me hard. “This is my sister’s favorite vase!”
He stared at me, his eyes filled with cold hatred. “Kneel on the broken pieces for half an hour and admit your mistake. Only when it hurts enough will you learn your lesson and stop being so careless in the future.”
My face instantly turned pale and my whole body trembled. But I knew I had no room to refuse.
I gritted my teeth and slowly knelt down. The sharp porcelain shards instantly pierced the skin of my knee.
Blood oozed from the broken pieces, staining the floor red. A complex emotion flashed across Dominic’s eyes.
But the next moment, his expression returned to indifference and he turned away. “This is the price you should pay.”
The wound on my knee was getting more and more painful and I was bleeding profusely. I could barely hold on and I had to cling to the table leg to keep from falling.