"Yes! River isn't our daughter—you are, Agnes!" Addison cried, rushing to speak.
Finally, the tears in Agnes's eyes stopped. She put down the knife and slowly climbed down from the windowsill.
"Agnes, be good. Give the knife to your brother. Don't hurt yourself," Spencer gently coaxed Agnes, trying to take the knife from her.
Just as he reached for it, Agnes suddenly shrieked. In the next heartbeat, the knife slashed fiercely toward me.
Swish!
The sharp blade tore a path from my forehead down to the corner of my mouth.
The burning, stinging pain instantly reminded me of my sophomore year of high school.
Back then, I had accidentally cut my index finger while chopping vegetables. When my mother came home, her eyes were filled with distress as she softly comforted me.
"It's okay, sweetie, it doesn't hurt." Her gentle words still echo in my ears until now.
I clutched my face and collapsed onto the floor.
"Ah! I didn't mean it! River, I'm sorry. I couldn't control myself." Agnes cried tearfully, then fainted.
Panic erupted in the room as everyone rushed to carry her out, leaving me alone on the cold floor with throbbing pain.
"Mom," I called out unconsciously as tears rolled down my cheeks. The salty tears traced the line of the cut, intensifying the stinging pain.
No matter how hard I tried to control it, the tears kept falling.
When I first arrived in this world as a baby, I was cautious, focused only on completing my mission to get my mother treated. But later, the Saint Family treated me better and better.
That's when I gradually became devoted to them, secretly delighted that I had received the love of two families.
However, reality taught me a cruel truth: that even the love of a family was not all the same.
After lying there for a few minutes, I pushed the sadness deep down inside. Covering my bleeding face, I slowly sat up.
Just then, the system issued a reminder.
[30 minutes until the hospital's violent incident!]
[Host, please proceed to the designated location!]
The crimson text appeared before my eyes.
After finding a nurse to briefly treat the wound on my face, I was prepared to go to the designated place.
Just as I stepped out of the treatment room, Spencer approached with a grim expression.
He grabbed my arm tightly. Then, he spoke through gritted teeth. "River, was it you who leaked everything online? How can you be so vicious?"