When There Is Nothing Left But Love

She raised a questioning brow at everyone in the ward. Empty laughter cackled from her lips. “I’m the victim! I got stabbed for no reason, yet you’re all so cold-blooded to me. You asked me what I want. Well, I want to stab her back! Can you fulfill this request?”

My jaw tightened. I eyed her coldly and agreed, “That’s fine by me!”

Ashton’s brows furrowed into a deep “V” as he looked furiously at me. “Scarlett, shut up!”

“You’re fine with it?” Rebecca smiled ear-to-ear. “Great! Come over here, and we’ll get even after stabbing you.”

With that said, her cold glare fixated on me as she ripped out the IV needle from her arm. “There are no knives here, but I won’t need one. I’ll use this needle instead. We can call it even after I impale you.”

I approached her. My body moved surely and steadily, devoid of any fear. As I closed in on her, her sneering smile curved deeper.

Within seconds, her arm snaked forwards with the needle, aiming for my eye. Gasps sounded from all round.

Ashton was quick to notice her plan. His arm darted faster than hers, snatching the needle from her grasp. Unfortunately, the needle drew blood. It slit a long, bloodied line down his palm.

Witnessing this, heavy sighs of relief weighed down the room. Cameron collapsed into Zachary’s arms, burying her head into his chest. Complicated emotions surged as she said to me, “You should go. Let’s forget any of this ever happened.”

Rebecca sizzled in betrayal. “Mom! What are you talking about? She wanted to kill me! How can you let her get away with it?”

eyes green. “She wouldn’t have hurt you if you didn’t harass her in the middle

burned under her skin; she refused to believe that the

Then, she spoke in a gentler voice, “Rebecca, you’re okay now. Just take a couple of days to rest

those years in her life had cemented her arrogant and stubborn temperament. There was

anyone here can stop me if I insist on filing a case against you. As long as I’m alive, I’ll

water that originally sat on

a shard off the ground. “Your wound receives seven stitches

“What

he responded. “Clearly that won’t do because you didn’t die. So however deep your wound goes, that’s

his shirt. Within seconds, he forcefully plunged the shard into

rushed to stop him, but it was already too late. The

hands shot up to her lips as she watched him in

pulsed in my chest.

I can do is to protect her to the best I can. Whether or not she’s a good or bad person will not change the fact that

corner of my lips. “Who asked you to bear those burdens for me? I don’t need your intervention. I can take

around to leave as I was ready