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.

Aurora spares mind to comfort me. Well, I guess for a former F1 racer,

“I…thanks.”

“I know”, nor “I hope so”. Because if mom is not hurt, then it means the only person in the family who ever showed

Mr. Fuller’s beloved wife, he

tear up my flight ticket, one fold, two folds, three…I throw the million pieces out to the remote road between the airport and the city.

“family”, making leaving something I can never have. I actually thought I could, because Ava is supposed to be cured now, meaning I don’t have to give her my blood when she gets even if just a

ridiculously naive was

Mom, I’m sorry but

that I don’t have to

home party filled with a happy crowd, I know my

I was at the airport,

Just one word and I would have stayed for him, to be the blood vessel for his love, but even

good

of the most luxurious assets in the city. One that

ironed straight, with his leather shoes at a safe distance

me, and he frowns and looks

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

thought Mom was injured?”

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

he bows again

glances at me when I enter before he turns his attention back