The blinding white light stung my eyes. I forced them open, but all I could see was a blurry shadow; I couldn't even make out the faces of people so close to me.
The smell of disinfectant made my throat tighten, and I heard the doctor's calm voice in my ear:
Have the patient's family members arrived?
No one answered.
The doctor sighed, softened his voice, and said to me, "Young lady, you're lucky. What was splashed on your face was diluted sulfuric acid. The corneal damage isn't too serious. With proper treatment, and if you're lucky, your vision can be restored. However, you won't be able to do any fine work for a while."
Meticulous work.
My designs, my sketches, the career I love...
I lay in my hospital bed, feeling utterly hopeless.
During the few days he was hospitalized, Liam did not visit him once.
There were no phone calls, no messages, as if I, the person you've been dating for seven years, had never existed.
On the fifth day, my lawyer sent me a message saying that the lawsuit I filed for intentional injury had been dropped, and my boyfriend had signed a letter of understanding.
My anger has never been so intense; I can't wait any longer.
I fumbled to remove the needle and returned to my and Liam's house. I was going to ask him why and prepare to file a new lawsuit.
Following the route from memory, she carefully made her way into the living room, supporting herself against the wall, without making a sound.
I heard suggestive sounds coming from the direction of the master bedroom.
It was Liam , and Vanessa, a girl he and his parents adopted and sponsored .
My blood froze instantly, and my fingers, gripping the wall, turned bluish-white from the force.
Then a conversation reached my ears. The voices were not loud, but every word was clear, like poisoned icicles piercing my heart.
Vanessa's voice was sweet and coquettish, tinged with undisguised smugness: "Liam, when are you going to confront Clara? It's been seven years, I've been waiting so long. That blind woman, now that she can't see, won't she cause trouble?"
"Make a scene?" Liam chuckled lightly, his tone full of disdain. The coldness in his laughter sent shivers down my spine. "She can't even walk properly now, she can't draw any design drafts, what's there to make a scene about? She cut ties with her family for me a long time ago, and now she's lost her eyes. She's just a piece of trash."