Chapter 4

My lips moved. All the grievance and despair I had bottled up were right on the verge of spilling out.

Then, at that very moment, the villa’s front door clicked open.

Mrs. Whitaker and Lydia were back.

"Oh, right, we forgot to pick up the new limited-edition bags," Lydia said with a sweet laugh as she walked in. When she saw Gavin crouched in front of me, the smile on her face froze instantly. "Gavin... what are you doing?"

Mrs. Whitaker saw it too. Her face darkened at once. She strode over and yanked Gavin away.

"What is there to say to this jinx!" she snapped. "Look at her, pretending to be half-dead just to act pitiful in front of you!" She pointed at me and said to Gavin, "Son, don't let her fool you. A woman like this has a black heart!"

Gavin stood up. The flicker of doubt that had just begun to form was shattered once again by his mother’s words and Lydia’s presence.

He looked at me. His eyes returned to their usual cold impatience.

He said nothing and turned to go upstairs.

The tiny spark of hope that had just ignited was doused completely by a bucket of cold water. I watched his retreating figure as my heart turned cold, inch by inch.

That evening, Gavin left the house because of an urgent company matter.

As she watched him go, the jealousy and malice in Lydia’s eyes could no longer be concealed.

She walked over to Mrs. Whitaker and said in a low voice, "Mrs. Whitaker, the way Gavin looked at that witch today was wrong. He was starting to soften. We cannot wait any longer. We have to give her a final lesson and make her give up completely."

Mrs. Whitaker agreed wholeheartedly.

The two exchanged a look and walked straight toward me.

They untied the ropes around me. Before I could even react, they each grabbed one of my arms and dragged me into the second-floor bathroom.

"You want to seduce my son?" Mrs. Whitaker snarled. "I will show you what seduction gets you!"

Her face was twisted with rage. She grabbed my hair and used all her strength to slam my head straight into the toilet!

Cold, filthy water instantly flooded my mouth and nose!

I struggled desperately, my hands flailing, but Lydia pinned me down with a single forceful shove.

The suffocating pressure crashed over me like a tidal wave. My lungs burned as if they were being torn apart, my head buzzing violently from lack of oxygen.

Just when I thought I was about to die, Mrs. Whitaker suddenly yanked my head up.

I gulped fresh air greedily, coughing violently, tears and mucus streaking down my face.

"Please... please..." I begged weakly.

"Begging us?" Lydia sneered. She grabbed a toilet brush from the side and rubbed it across my face. "Wash your face with toilet water. Wake up and take a good look at what you are. You think someone like you deserves to be with Gavin?"

Mrs. Whitaker did not give me a second to recover. She grabbed my hair and shoved my head back into the toilet again!

Cold, filthy water swallowed my mouth and nose once more. The suffocation closed in like a rising tide.

My lungs felt as if they were being ripped apart. My head buzzed violently from oxygen deprivation. My consciousness began to blur, everything in my vision spinning into black dots.

My struggles grew weaker and weaker. Never had the shadow of death loomed so clearly over me.

Just as the last shred of consciousness was about to slip away, there was a loud bang.

The bathroom door was kicked open from the outside!

I was yanked violently out of the water and collapsed onto the floor, like a dying fish, retching water in huge gulps and coughing until my chest felt like it would tear apart.

Through my blurred vision, I saw Gavin.

He charged in, his face filled with terror and fury I had never seen before. He shoved Mrs. Whitaker away and dragged me back from the toilet.

Gavin’s eyes were bloodshot. He pointed at her and Lydia, his voice shaking with uncontrollable rage, as if he had crawled straight out of hell itself.

"Mom! Lydia! What are you doing?! Were you trying to drown her?!"