She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Chapter 6

006 Blood Vessel

Scarlett’s POV

“What was that?” Aurora blinks. My one-sentence phone call amazes her.

I grip my phone, for the second time today, struggling with my plan. I just want to stop being hurt. Is it too much to ask? I close my eyes. A part of me wants to just grab the ticket and leave, letting the world burn behind me.

But I can’t. If mom needs a blood transfusion, I need to be there. That’s what I’m in this family for. Their blood vessel.

Please, lord, please tell me this phone call has nothing to do with my message to Sebastian.

Between Mom really is injured, and Sebastian selling me out… I’m not sure which I hope is the situation.

“I guess I’m not leaving today after all,” I let out a sigh, mumbling to Aurora, “I’m really sorry but…I need you to take me back.”

“That’s great!” Aurora throws herself into me with genuine happiness in her voice, “That was him? What did he say? Is that always how you call each other?”

With Mr. Fuller? Yes.

My “dad”, never loved me. He had a deep flow of hatred behind his eyes when he looked at me since I could remember. I just didn’t know why until I found out I was adopted. And for how I found out I have to thank Ava.

much, I’m sure Mrs. Fuller is fine,” Driving faster than usual, Aurora spares mind

“I…thanks.”

person in the family who ever showed me warmth, lied to me. Just to lure me back to the living

want to consider that possibility, but if anything really happened to Mr. Fuller’s beloved wife, he

up my flight ticket, one fold, two folds, three…I throw the million pieces out to the remote road

have. I actually thought I could, because Ava is supposed to be cured now, meaning

ridiculously naive

Mom, I’m sorry but

don’t have

Ava’s fancily decorated welcome home party filled with a happy crowd, I know my wish was

at the airport,

him, to be the blood vessel for his love, but

Knight, good for

of the most luxurious assets in the city. One that I used

at a safe distance from the crazy kids in the water. He sits under the umbrella, a drink in his hand, across

sees me, and he frowns and looks

lobby, and immediately Alfred approaches: “Miss Scarlett, Mr. Fuller

Mom was injured?” I play their

and just repeats his words. He is just a butler, a paid tool, just like me. No need for one tool to be hard on

quietly, and he bows again before leading the

attention back to the file he