The “Cannon Fodder-Real Heiress” Mission のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

James froze, seemingly caught off guard by my refusal. He immediately became angry.“Stop throwing a tantrum! You’re badly injured, and you’re refusing treatment? What on earth are you trying to pull?”“James, please don’t be hard on Jean,” Chloe interjected softly.“It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have worn Jean’s necklace. I had no idea she would get so furious that she’d lose control of the car while driving.“I thought if I died, it would serve as an apology to her. I never expected you to save me first. When we went back to get her, the car blew up. You were worried sick, James.“Thank goodness a miracle happened, and Jean is still alive. Jean, please don’t refuse treatment out of spite. James will be worried.”The tension on James’s face softened considerably.“Jean, I was the one who allowed her to wear that necklace. You’ve grown up with so much. What’s wrong with giving her one thing? Was it really worth risking your life over a petty grievance? If it matters so much, I’

For three days straight, I was treated at home, refusing to eat or drink anything.James walked into the room with a dark expression. Chloe followed closely by his side, carrying a white bowl in her hands.“You’re bringing this on yourself, and you’re making Chloe worry so much that she’s lost weight!” James barked. “She’s been in the kitchen every day trying to make you something you’ll eat, and you won’t even eat anything. Have you no conscience?”Chloe hurriedly stepped forward and said softly, “She’s injured, so she must be feeling terrible. I’m fine, really. As long as Jean can get better quickly, I’m willing to do anything…”As she spoke, she intentionally showed the back of her hand, which was wrapped in gauze. That scratch had scabbed over, yet the gauze was wrapped thick around it, making it look like a severe injury. When James saw it, his gaze turned colder.“Chloe’s hand is injured, yet she still cooked for you!”Chloe shook her head softly, tears welling up in her

I, his younger sister—the girl who had been doted on since childhood and would used to cry over the tiniest paper cut—was now lying on the rickety wooden bed, completely lifeless.The bedsheets beneath me were soaked through with blood, which had seeped down onto the filthy concrete floor, pooling into a dark stain. My clothes had been stripped away, leaving me entirely bare. With that, the horrific injuries left by the car crash and the kidnappers were laid plain to see.The wound on my neck, however, was no longer bleeding; my body was nearly drained of it. My eyes were slightly open, fixed on the mottled ceiling, and there was still a faint smile at the corners of my lips.“Jean!”James stumbled toward the bed, frantically tearing off his jacket with trembling hands to cover my body.“Lucas! Lucas!” James roared, his eyes bloodshot, his voice frenzied and desperate. “Call an ambulance! No– Take us to the hospital! Now!”Almost the second the words left his mouth, Lucas burst i

Lucas knew all too well how ruthless James could be. Anyone who earned James’s hatred never ended well. At that moment, Lucas was consumed with regret. The person he had always cared about was the true daughter of the Fox family, and his duty had been to protect her. How on earth had he been so hopelessly manipulated and led by the nose by Chloe? He couldn’t figure it out. James, too, was equally bewildered. He brought my body back to my room, hired the top mortuary restoration artists and embalming experts to treat every single one of my wounds, and had them dress me in my favorite clothes.Every day, he would comb my long hair, making me look as though I were simply asleep.“Jean, look. I redecorated your room and put out your favorite roses. Can you smell them?“The weather is so nice today. Didn’t you want to go horseback riding in the countryside? When you wake up, I’ll take you there, okay?“It’s all my fault. I forgot. How could I have forgotten?“When Mom and Dad pas

Chloe’s words turned James’s face pale. Only then did he remember that he had gifted me that sapphire necklace for my eighteenth birthday. Yet, he had taken it upon himself to give it away to Chloe.He rushed back into my bedroom and found the jewelry box inside my nightstand. After I had thrown it out the window that day, James had sent someone to retrieve it and returned it to her. However, I had never touched it again.With trembling hands, James pulled out the necklace and saw that on the inside of the once-smooth metal surface, which was once finely engraved with my name, Chloe’s name had since been added.Why had he agreed to give the necklace to Chloe? How could he take a birthday gift with such special meaning and hand it over to someone else? How could he let another person’s name be engraved on it?That was completely unlike him! Yet, the necklace was right in front of his eyes, and Chloe’s words were still ringing in his ears. He found it all so absurd. James immediate