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I said. Mom's groans stopped instantly. She sat up abruptly, briefly embarrassed at being exposed before her face twisted with anger. "So what if it was dish soap? It's still toxic! I wanted to die! You and your dad drove me to this! Aria Montgomery, I'm telling you, if you don't agree today, I really will kill myself! I'll jump off this building!" As she spoke, she threw off the blanket and rushed toward the window. Brielle and Aunt Eleanor hurried in to hold her back.

"Wait here. I'm going to shower." Clara's smile deepened. "Alright. I'll be waiting." I stayed in the bathroom for over an hour, scrubbing myself so thoroughly that it felt like I was trying to take off a layer of skin. Only after I had finally worked up the nerve did I push the door open and walk back out. "I was starting to think you planned on sleeping in there tonight," Clara teased. I looked up at her. She had clearly already showered in the other bathroom. She was wearing a red robe that matched mine and leaning against the headboard, the collar hanging loose enough to reveal her cleavage.

I didn't want her to see the state I was in… Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Mom set the clothes aside and walked toward the front door. As she went, she opened an app on her phone and started the washing machine remotely for pre-washing.

Marianne. Jace's mother. What?! I turned and saw Marianne standing by the staircase, smiling like the proudest shipper alive. ...Wow. Now my ears were burning too. We weren't even married yet, and his mom was already our number one fan. Jace leaned over to look, brows knitting together. "What kind of nonsense is this..." Watching him look both offended and curious at the same time, I suddenly got an idea. I opened a livestream and pointed the camera right at him.

The nurse stumbled back two steps from the impact, then looked helplessly at the doctor. The doctor sighed and waved his hand. Then, he led the nurse out of the hospital room. The moment the door closed, Mom turned around. The ferocity on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a gentleness I had never seen before. She brought over a basin of warm water and a clean towel. Sitting down by the bed, she gently took my hand and said, "Helena, be good now. Let me clean you up. Once you're all clean, you'll wake up."

"Please, I'm begging you. I know you're an expert here. You can arrange a kidney transplant with just one word. Your mom is really on her last legs!" "I'm begging you! Please! I'll even kneel for you if I have to! Just promise you'll save her. I'll give my life if it means you'll do it!" With that, he immediately bent down. His foot slipped, and he fell straight down the stairs behind him. A nurse from the distance rushed over and helped him up. When Dad finally made it back to me, his ankle was swollen beyond recognition. Ethan's eyes were filled with rage. He grabbed me and dragged me to the door of a ward. Pointing at the figure inside, he shouted furiously, "Look for yourself! Look how s

She touched his arm lightly. Daggy moved to check on Britty, who had fallen into a deeper sleep, her small chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of childhood. She looked so much like Dynan it was almost painful, from the shape of her nose to the way her hair curled at the edges. "Daggy?" Lincoln's voice pulled her back to the present. "Mom called though, she told me about the shop incident. Are you okay? "I'm fine," she said quietly, smoothing down Britty's hair. "Those men at the shop really shook me up."

"Hey, Vanessa! You really didn't have to bring the clothes up yourself." As Selena spoke, she hugged the jackets to her chest and stood in the doorway, clearly blocking me from entering. I glanced inside. Mom was cooking in the kitchen, wearing a thin sweater. There was a sheen of sweat on her forehead from the heat. Alex was barefoot in the living room, playing with building blocks. Under the warm yellow lights, it was a cozy, harmonious scene.

She shoved her bedroom door open, slamming it shut behind her, the sound echoing like a finality. Her clothes came off in a frenzy, blouse unbuttoned, skirt pooling at her feet—leaving her in just her bra and panties. She stumbled into the bathroom, twisting the shower knob. Hot water cascaded down, steam filling the air as she stepped under the spray, letting it soak her skin. Tears flowed freely now, mixing with the rivulets down her cheeks. Why did it hurt so much? Seeing them like that, her mother, bound and writhing under Ronan's whip and that merciless machine, shouldn't pierce her this way. But it did. The jealousy burned, a forbidden fire that consumed her thoughts.

She rushed inside, beaming, and the first thing out of her mouth was, "Mom, Dad! I scored over 1,100!" The second they heard her, they came hurrying out to celebrate. "Oh, wow! My sweet girl got over 1,100? That's amazing!" "Let me see it. Wow, it really is over 1,100. You really made us proud!" As I listened to the laughter in the living room, I slowly folded my own slip back up. I didn't want to make things harder for them, so after taking a moment to steady myself, I pushed the door open and spoke.