Bitter resentment coiled in my chest.
Truly, what a spectacle.
How laughable.
Before leaving, Scarlett cast me a triumphant glance, her smirk brimming with satisfaction.
My birthday banquet had turned into a complete disaster. In the end, my oh-so-loving family escorted me straight to the hospital.
When the doctor declared I was fine, a sigh of relief filled the room.
Moments later, my phone buzzed. Another message from Scarlett.
[Did you see? He saved me first.]
[Even your parents called out for me as their daughter. If you still don’t get it, you’re truly pathetic.]
[Their love for me runs deeper than it ever did for you. After all, I was the one who lived with them the longest.]
[So tell me, who’s the real fool here?]
I didn’t reply. Instead, I took my time saving every single message, taking screenshots one by one.
That night, my family dropped me home, only to rush straight to Scarlett’s villa to care for her.
Alone in the study, I printed out the chat logs, preserving every last word. Then, I transferred the recorded hospital conversation onto a USB drive.
A final parting gift.
By morning, not a single one of them had returned.