Her body hit the glass coffee table beside us, shards slicing into her flesh. Blood spilled across the floor.
The fragments glittered, scattered everywhere.
Just then, Ethan burst in, roaring, “What are you doing? Bullying Sophie!”
Of course. This scheming woman knew exactly when to play her part.
“What’s your problem, Emily? First you nearly drove Lily to her death, and now you hurt Sophie? Apologize!” Ethan glared at me, then helped Sophie up.
“It wasn’t Emily’s fault. I fell myself. Ethan, don’t blame her,” Sophie said sweetly.
“Fell? Ha! And the five handprints on your face? Did you fall into those too? Show me how you did that!” Ethan scolded, his heart aching for her.
“Your sister is gone, so I have to take care of you now. But you can’t let yourself be bullied like this.”
“Yes, Sophie, Mommy was too much. Your calf is bleeding. You need the infirmary to remove the glass. Otherwise, you’ll scar and won’t look good in skirts anymore.” Lily added.
“Mommy, you should apologize.”
Sophie put on her innocent act. “Don’t say that, Lily. She’s your mother. You can’t talk to her like this. What if she gets mad and forces you to eat broccoli again?”