Sheryl's life wasn't much easier. The brain damage from hypoxia stayed with her for the rest of her life. She developed serious cardiopulmonary problems. To prolong her life, she even spent a fortune on a professional medical team.
"Useless waste." I rolled my eyes.
I watched indifferently as Sheryl directed his men to turn my studio upside down. Alas, they were just as useless as Sheryl. They even dug out the morphine under my bed, but couldn't find any trace of me.
Sheryl glanced around, kicked over the empty medicine box and sneered. "No wonder your life has become such a mess. It turns out you've been tainted by something you shouldn't have been."
"Sharon, with your character, you think you can compete with me for the family fortune? If the Bridgerton Family's fortune had fallen into your hands back then, I would never have been able to rest in peace!"
At this, Sheryl's eyes dimmed for a moment. It was as if she was recalling a distant memory. Remembering the source of our hatred. When she stood up again, a bone-chilling chill filled her.
She glanced coldly around. Finally, her gaze settled on the family portrait in the center of the studio. Seeing my familiar face, Sheryl could no longer control her anger. She quickly stepped forward and ripped it off with all her might.
With just a few swipes, the portrait was ripped to shreds.
"How could you have the audacity of hanging a family portrait? I told you, there's no place for you in the Bridgerton Family and I don't want to have a sister like you! In this life, I have one and only one brother, Shawn Bridgerton!"
This long-lost name made me dazed for a moment.
Sheryl, still unsatisfied, angrily yelled at me to get out and fight again. The silent studio received no response. She pulled out a lighter and waved the flame threateningly.
"Sharon, you coward, you dare not take responsibility for your actions. What's the point of hiding? I tell you, I won't stop until I kill you. If you don't come out, I'll burn all the broken paintings in your room!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, a videotape fell out of the secret compartment behind the family portrait.
Suddenly my voice came from the recorder on the other end. "Sheryl, if you dare touch my paintings, I won't let you go, even if I become a ghost!"
Sheryl was stunned for a moment, then crushed my recorder with her foot.