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.

faster than usual, Aurora spares mind to comfort me. Well,

“I…thanks.”

means the only person in the family who ever showed

Mr. Fuller’s beloved wife, he wouldn’t just throw me a sentence.

the million pieces out to the remote road

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

ridiculously naive

Mom, I’m sorry but

injured, so that I don’t have to lose you. Please, don’t lie to me.

Aurora pulls up at the Fuller’s Villa to Ava’s fancily decorated welcome home party filled with a happy crowd, I know

knew I was at the

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

good for

luxurious assets in the city. One that I used to call home which

pool, I see Sebastian. Black suits ironed straight, with his leather shoes at a safe distance from the crazy kids in the water. He sits under

sees me, and he frowns and

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

injured?” I

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

quietly, and he bows again before

back to the file he was reading, “Richard