Chapter 14

The two cuts were a stark contrast to her otherwise fair skin. Blood kept flowing from the wounds, dyeing her neck red.

Her vision turned misty as crystalline tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, falling and mixing with her blood.

She had fallen into despair.

Faced with General Trent Xavier, all her helplessness and hopelessness piled up.

More than anything, hate swelled up within her.

She hated that she ran into that fire because she heard someone calling out for help!

She may have saved one person, but the injury that had been inflicted upon her cost her ten years of torment! Ten years of pain!

She became the laughing stock of the entire school when she got those burns.

Even the friends she was once close with wanted nothing to do with her!

Her classmates treated her like a bringer of plagues, avoiding her as much as they could!

Her family started hating her. Even her own parents treated her like she was worthless!

When her scars were finally healed, she had thought that maybe those ten years of suffering were worth it, after all.

But now, she was once again in the throes of despair.

"Please, General Xavier. This has absolutely nothing to do with us. It's all Thea's fault!"

"Yeah! It's all her fault! Torture her if you want, just please let us go!"

Thea stared up at Trent's expressionless face and listened to the Callahans push her onto the proverbial train tracks, all so they themselves could live. She fell deeper into despair.

"Not talking, are you?"

a hand, his expression turning cold. Immediately, two

"Sir."

everyone in Cansington to know what happens when

"Yes, sir."

her out by the hair like it was

rubbed raw as she was dragged to the auction hall. Her wounds sent sharp sparks of pain through her

the Cansington Hotel, the auction was proceeding

worth anything, yet their starting bids were high, at least ten times higher than what they would be

attendees were notable figures in Cansington. They were all well-versed in business proceedings and immediately caught

Xavier had returned to gather funds, intending on building

but to bid. Trent was the General of the western border. He had immense power, and crossing

were worth nothing, because they knew the alternative would be Trent Xavier getting payback on them for not buying

soon as the last bid was complete. It was

Flowers on Cliffside's Edge. The starting bid is eight million, bidders must bid no less than half a million every time

understood what happened when the painting resurfaced. That painting Thea had destroyed was also a fake. The Xaviers just wanted an excuse

went bankrupt was because Thea Callahan had called Alex Yates and put him on speaker, so Alex heard what Joel Xavier had

a fortune. 1.8 billion dollars would be a fair starting bid for it, yet now the Xaviers had offered a fake one for

Frasiers. We bid ten million. I'm

We bid eleven million. I want

Wilsons. We bid twelve

in earnest. Soon enough, the forged Moonlit Flowers on

finally bought for

the crowd was waiting for yet another item,

her high heels was missing, and she had friction

a cold breath

once she arrived

she just so happened to be facing the

but the sight of Thea's bloodied face terrified them. Their faces went pale as they sat frozen in their seats, not even daring to breathe

"Help… help me…"

a drowning woman to a straw, calling out

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