Chapter 4

Mya pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Seeing me lying peacefully in bed, supposedly fast asleep, with the glass on the nightstand completely empty, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Must have been hearing things."

"Honey, you gave me a heart attack. My heart is pounding so fast…" Alfred's voice was low and hushed.

Mya let out a faint, helpless sigh. "Have your sister write up a business plan. I'll evaluate whether her venture is worth investing in."

"Mya, y-you agree?" Excitement surged in Alfred's voice.

Mya gave a small laugh. "Not scared anymore?"

Alfred grabbed her face and planted a kiss on her lips. "Scared? Of course I am. Why don't you help give me some courage? Make it up to me tonight… right here in Mr. Byrne's room. Mmm—"

Mya cut off his remaining words with an overbearing kiss.

I opened my eyes and watched them treat me like a piece of furniture, entangled passionately on the soft carpet.

Clenching my hands into tight fists, I forced myself to watch the entire spectacle with self-destructive precision.

In the end, enduring the heart-wrenching pain, I pointed the hidden pinhole camera directly at their intertwined bodies.

The next morning, a wave of suffocating heat woke me up.

I opened my eyes only to find Alfred's sister, Selena Potter, pinning me down on the bed, impatiently unbuttoning my pajamas.

I shoved her away hard. "Get off me! Who said you could come in here?"

Selena froze for a second. "How do you know who I am? Wait, no… Alfred said you were blind…"

A foul smile spread across her face as something dawned on her. "Ah, I get it. You must still be obsessed with that night three years ago. The moment I touched you, you recognized me, didn't you?

"You're pretty handsome, you know. Since no one's home right now, why don't we make up for what we missed back then?"

She lunged at me again.

I grabbed my cane and slammed it onto her head with all my strength, taking advantage of her moment of pain to sprint downstairs.

I didn't know if she had left another strange diffuser in my room, but my body felt completely drained. Halfway down, my foot slipped, and I tumbled down the staircase.

Selena caught up immediately. She grabbed my wrists and pinned me back onto the floor.

My hand brushed against a fruit knife. "Don't touch me!"

Irritated, she raised her hand high to strike me. "A woman is taking the initiative here. What are you acting so timid for?"

I stared at her, eyes wide, and thrust the knife violently into her arm.

A sharp cry of pain echoed through the hall as blood splashed onto my face.

Selena clutched her arm in agony and collapsed off of me.

Forcing my weak body off the ground, I pointed the blood-dripping blade at her trembling figure.

That was when Mya and Alfred finally walked through the door.

Taking in the scene, Alfred shrieked and charged forward, shoving me away with all his force. "Selena! What happened?"

The impact sent me crashing backward. The base of my head slammed hard against the sharp edge of the coffee table.

Warm blood trickled down my neck. The searing pain made my head spin.

Before blacking out completely, I saw Mya rush to Alfred's side, softly comforting him with an expression full of panic and distress.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital room.

Mya was watching over my bed. Seeing me wake up, she immediately asked, "Honey, you're awake! How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?"

I pushed myself up with my arms, but a sharp sting shot through my forearm, making me wince in pain.

"What happened to my arm?"

Mya held me down gently, offering a quick explanation. "I was in such a rush bringing you to the hospital that I accidentally scratched your arm. It's already bandaged up, though. Don't worry, honey. It's just a tiny scrape."

Little did Mya know, my sight was back.

I could see her darting eyes as she lied to me, and I could see that "tiny scrape" bleeding right through the thick layers of white gauze.