“Beg me.” Kendra laughed, covering her mouth. “Kneel, apologize three times. Slap your own face while you say, ‘Kendra, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have tried to steal Willard from you. I’m nothing but a delusional bitch.’ Maybe then I’ll be in a good mood and tell Willard to kick a nobody like you out.”
Daisie gripped the sheet until her nails bit into her flesh.
Kendra scoffed. “What? You’re not willing? Looks like you still haven’t faced your situation. What do you have left? No home, your father is dead, your mother is disabled, your brother is in prison, and you’ve lost a kidney. You’re literally a complete waste.”
“If you stay in the Granthams’ place, you’ll be my punching bag, my mobile blood bank, my organ reserve. I’ll use you how I please. Willard will only help me; he won’t spare you a glance!”
She rose, walked to the window and stared out with a lightness that made Daisie’s blood boil.
“Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you. Those gambling debts your brother had? I arranged that trap. Your father’s company goes bankrupt—I had people mess with it. As for your mother, the driver who hit her and put her in the hospital—I hired and paid him.”
Daisie’s breath stopped. Her pupils dilated; it felt as though all the blood in her veins froze.
Her brother… her father… her mother…
Everything—the ruin of her family—had been orchestrated by Kendra from the start?!
Her rage swallowed her sanity in an instant.
“Kendra! I’m gonna kill you!” Daisie roared.
Where it came from she didn’t know, but strength surged through her. She lunged off the bed, grabbed a handful of Kendra’s hair and yanked backward with all her might.
Caught off guard, Kendra screamed and staggered, slamming into the wall.
“Ouch! Ouch! Let go! You lunatic!” she shrieked, clawing blindly at Daisie’s face.
But pain didn’t register for Daisie; she clenched Kendra’s throat, and her eyes went white with revenge.
“It’s you! It’s all you! Give me back my parents! Give me back my brother! Give me back my kidney!”
Her wound split open, blood quickly staining the hospital gown, but she didn’t care. She only wanted one thing—to drag Kendra down to hell with her!
“Help! Willard! Help me!” Kendra cried as she thrashed, her face flushing purple.
At that moment, the ward door was flung open with a violent crash.
Willard burst through the door, his face twisting the moment he saw what was happening.