The skin on my bruised forehead split open as it struck the cold marble.
Blood trickled down my face.
“Ms. Julia,” I whispered hoarsely, “please... have mercy. Let me have the bracelet.”
Owen’s fists clenched in fury.
“All this... for a bracelet?” he hissed. “You’re really willing to throw away your dignity for something like this?”
But I was already a dead woman—what dignity was there left to protect?
Julia quickly stepped forward, affectionately helping me up.
“Ms. Sheryl, don’t joke like that. If you want the bracelet, of course it’s yours.”
She handed it over with a smile.
I reached out to take it.
The next second, the bangle slipped from her fingers, shattering into pieces on the ground with a crisp, piercing sound.
Her palm was cut by a shard.
Owen’s eyes turned red with panic as he rushed to her side.
“What are you doing?! She was going to give it to you—what more do you want, Sheryl?!”
“Hurry up and apologize!”
I stared blankly at the broken jade scattered on the floor, my chest tightening painfully.
Julia let out a soft, delicate laugh.
“Forget it. It’s not a big deal. I’ll just bandage it up. Mr. Carter, why don’t you wait outside for a bit? I’ll come find you once I’m done.”