The knife slashed her forearm. Bright blood spilled down her pale skin.
She whimpered in pain, curling in on herself, still shielding him. “Sister, please... don’t...”
Arthur’s face contorted in horror. “Lora, look what you’ve done!”
Loren stumbled back into his arms. He caught her, his hands instantly pressing against the bleeding wound.
Then he looked up at me—and for the first time, I saw real hatred in his eyes.
I shivered.
I turned, fumbling for supplies to stop the bleeding, but he barked, “You think you can hurt her and just walk away?”
Loren’s face was deathly pale, but she tugged on his sleeve. “Don’t blame Sister... she’s just upset... it’s my fault...”
“If anything happens to her,” Arthur snarled, lifting her in his arms, “I’ll make you pay.”
The door slammed behind him with a deafening bang.
One sleepless day and night.
After countless hours of work, I finally completed my final task at the institute.
When the last document was handed over, my juniors hugged me tightly, reluctant to let go, their warmth wrapping around me like a soft farewell.
But the warmth ended at the lab doors.
The moment I opened the villa gate, a chilling scene stopped me cold.