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.

usual, Aurora spares mind to

“I…thanks.”

is not hurt, then it means the only person in the family who ever showed me warmth, lied to me. Just to lure me back to the living hell that they force

beloved wife,

two folds, three…I throw the million pieces out to the remote road between the airport and the city. Between my

I’ll never get my freedom. I’m the blood vessel to my “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 paper

ridiculously naive

Mom, I’m sorry but

I don’t have to lose you. Please, don’t lie to me. Not

fancily decorated welcome home party filled

knew I was at the

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

Knight, good

into the Fuller’s Villa. One of the most luxurious assets in the city. One that I used to call

suits ironed straight, with his leather shoes at a safe distance from the crazy kids in the water. He sits under the umbrella, a drink in his hand, across

me, and he frowns and

Alfred approaches: “Miss Scarlett,

was injured?” I

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

quietly, and he bows again before

before he turns his attention back to the file he was