I swallowed back my fear and swore. "I’ll leave. From now on, you’ll be the only young master of the Evans family."
However, Henry sneered. "I trust dead men more."
Then, without warning, he ripped his own expensive dress shirt apart. Buttons immediately flew, and he messed up his hair.
He threw open the door and screamed for help.
Soon after, Clara rushed in with a crowd, her wedding dress trailing behind her.
Her heels came down hard on my hand.
I heard the sickening crack as my barely healed fingers shattered once again.
Blood seeped through the pristine white carpet.
But she didn’t even look down.
She was too busy holding Henry up, her face was full of worry.
"Henry! What happened? Where are you hurt?!"
Wyatt stormed in behind her, panic-stricken. Even though there wasn’t a single scratch on Henry, he still shouted, "Call 911! Where’s the doctor? Is there a doctor here?!"
Not one of them noticed me.
Not one of them saw my broken hand, my blood staining their perfect wedding.
Shivering in Clara's arms, with eyes red, Henry choked out, "I just wanted to comfort Brother. He seemed so upset... But I never expected—he had already arranged for these sick men to ambush me. He thought that if he had to suffer, I shouldn’t be allowed to be happy either..."
He paused dramatically, voice shaking. "Sis, Brother’s reputation is ruined, and his body is broken. I know he must feel jealous of my success. But he didn’t mean it, right? He’s just in a bad mood right now..."
Clara turned to me, her eyes burning with rage. "Henry came to comfort you, and this is how you repay him?! Have you completely lost your mind?! If he suffers any trauma from this, you’ll pay for it with your life!"
Wyatt frowned, his face filled with disappointment. "I can barely recognize you anymore, Jayce. What did Henry ever do to you? How could you hurt him like this? You enjoy being a pathetic, lowly plaything—does that mean he has to stoop to your level too? You deserve to be used and discarded by those men!"
With that, they supported Henry and walked away without a second glance.
Before leaving, Clara turned back, her expression cold and merciless.
"Since you like being humiliated by men so much, let’s make sure you get your fill. Lock the door."
My desperate pleas for mercy were drowned out by the sound of the door slamming shut.
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