Compared to before … She now wore gold-rimmed glasses and a floral dress, pretending to be a sweet, well-behaved girl.
"Squeak!" I shielded the white mice and stared at her intensely, letting out a warning sound.
Eve quickly backed away two steps, hiding behind Jeff, but the corner of her mouth lifted in a mocking smirk. She was clearly very pleased with my current state.
But Jeff thought Eve was scared, so he scolded me, "Your injury has nothing to do with Eve! Why are you glaring at her? Are you still holding a grudge?"
"Even though you tried to hurt Eve back then, she always tells us she misses you. And you're the older sister, why are you still targeting your little sister? It's been a year, haven't you figured it out yet?" Mom shook her head in disappointment. She continued, "Even if you're sick, you can't look at Eve with those eyes! Turn your head!"
Dad put on a stern face and barked harshly, then added, "I'm starting to think you've been mixing with shady people for too long. That's why your skin's falling off."
"I remember now!" Eve slapped her forehead, chiming in, "When I went to the library this morning, I heard people talking nearby. There's a sexually transmitted disease going around lately, it sounds a lot like Audrey's condition …"
What? Mom and Dad were stunned.
Jeff frowned and muttered to himself, "That can't be. Audrey was always very self-disciplined. Her WhatsApp used to only have me and Uncle as male contacts."
"The test results are in!" At that moment, the doctor walked in. When I saw his face, I immediately dove under the blanket, so scared I peed myself.
"What exactly is wrong with Audrey?" Jeff asked anxiously.
"It's a contagious STD. Her private life seems quite chaotic. And she's had seven abortions!" The doctor adjusted his glasses and sighed.
Mom, Dad and Jeff were struck like by thunder, completely stunned.
Then Jeff suddenly yanked my blanket off, grabbed my right hand tightly and roared in rage, "Audrey! So all that pure, untouchable act was fake! You're just a filthy whore!"
He shouted, "How could you cheat on me behind my back? Were you that lonely? Do you think you're worthy of being my fiancée? Speak! Say something!"
I couldn't respond, because after so many experiments, I had already lost my ability to speak. My behavior had become almost like a mouse's. I could only let out trembling squeaks.