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.

sure Mrs. Fuller is fine,” Driving faster than usual, Aurora spares mind to comfort me. Well, I guess for a former F1 racer, it’s

“I…thanks.”

so”. Because if mom is not hurt, then it means the only person in the family who ever showed

really happened to Mr. Fuller’s beloved wife, he wouldn’t

two folds, three…I throw the million pieces out to the remote

I actually thought I could, because Ava is supposed to be cured now, meaning I don’t have to give her my

ridiculously naive was

Mom, I’m sorry but

that I don’t have to lose you.

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

knew I was at the airport, hence the phone

and I would have stayed for him, to be the blood vessel for his love, but even such a small thing

Knight, good for

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

with his leather shoes at a safe distance

and he frowns

Alfred approaches: “Miss Scarlett,

injured?” I play their

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

nod quietly, and he bows

back to

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