Out of the corner of her eye, Natalie noticed the urn. She stepped forward and kicked it over.
I rushed to protect the ashes, gathering the dirt and pieces in my hands. I didn’t notice that Natalie suddenly clutched her chest and dropped to the floor.
When Zayn arrived, she immediately started moaning in pain.
“Natalie, what’s wrong?” he asked, panicked, rushing to hold her.
Natalie leaned weakly against him, voice trembling just enough to sound pitiful. “I just came to tell her to rest for a few days… not to rush the medicine tests. But I found out she was stabbing my little doll—it was right behind the door.”
Zayn’s eyes snapped toward me, cold and sharp.
“I didn’t! It’s not me…” I tried to explain.
But before I could finish, he pulled out a small doll from behind the door—its face looked exactly like Natalie’s, even marked with her birth date and time.
“Still denying it? The proof is right here. What else can you say for yourself?”
Faced with his furious questioning, I stood frozen, unable to defend myself.
“Zayn… my chest hurts so much… there’s a long needle stuck right in the doll’s heart…” Natalie collapsed weakly into Zayn’s arms.
He looked stricken with worry. “I’ll take you to the doctor right now.”
Without another word, he carried her out the door.
I stood there, staring at the empty room, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.
Just as I began to pack my things to leave, two bodyguards barged in.
My heart tensed. “This is the master bedroom! Aren’t you afraid Zayn will blame you for barging in like this?”
They stepped forward, one on each side, forcing down my arms.
“Mr. Flynn told us to punish you, Mrs. Flynn. You’d better behave.”
“You hurt Miss Summers so badly—Mr. Flynn said you should get a taste of what it feels like to be stabbed with needles.”
I was shaking all over with anger. I never imagined Zayn would go this far for Natalie.
I tried my best to fight back, but they held me down tightly.
When the cold needle pierced my skin, my already broken heart completely shattered. Even the last bit of feeling I had left for Zayn disappeared without a trace.
I didn’t know how many times they stabbed me— the pain was so sharp that I almost passed out.
Through my fading consciousness, I heard one of the bodyguards say, “Mr. Flynn said this thing needs to be thrown away too.”
The other replied, “Let’s just flush it down the toilet. It’s only a bunch of clay anyway.”