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.

fine,” Driving faster than usual, Aurora spares mind to comfort me. Well, I guess for a former F1 racer, it’s not

“I…thanks.”

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

beloved wife, he wouldn’t just throw me a sentence. He would send guards

to the remote road between the airport and the city. Between my almost-touched freedom,

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

naive

Mom, I’m sorry but

injured, so that I don’t have to

fancily decorated welcome home party filled with a happy crowd, I

at the airport, hence the

the blood vessel for his love, but even such a small thing

good for

in the city. One that I used to call

safe distance from the

and he frowns

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

was injured?” I play

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

nod quietly, and he bows again

at me when I enter before he turns his attention back to the file he was reading, “Richard agreed to