Chapter 5

I screamed and bit down hard on his hand.

I was determined to tear off a piece of flesh.

My dad cried out in pain and struck my head heavily on the spot.

Seeing me bleeding from the head, collapsed on the ground, my mom panicked and rushed forward to check my condition.

She glanced at my dad with displeasure.

"Honey, you've beaten her to death! What about Claire!"

My dad took the opportunity to kick me several times.

He pulled out a handkerchief to press on his bleeding wound and cursed:

"Don't worry, a disaster like her won't die."

I bloodthirstily curved my lips.

With blood all over my face, I stared straight at him, grinding my teeth like a wolf in challenge.

So yeah, don't let me catch an opportunity.

Otherwise, you won't even know how you died.

This action clearly infuriated my dad.

"Looks like you still haven't learned."

He sneered, picked up the rope from the ground, and looped it around my neck.

He knocked out my entire right molar.

Just as he was about to knock out the second one, the door was pushed open.

A delicate figure emerged from behind Uncle Sam.

Seeing who it was, my dad hurriedly released me.

He blocked me behind him, afraid the blood would dirty Claire's eyes.

My mom was both surprised and delighted, stepping forward to pull her outside.

"Claire, how did you get here?"

"Come out with Mom. It's too dirty here, bad for your condition."

Claire had a smile on her pale face.

She shook her head and released my mom's hand.

She walked up to me, tears rolling down in large drops.

"Vivian, it must hurt a lot."

"If you just behave, you won't have to suffer. Mom and Dad really do like you."

"Once I get better, we can study together, go to school together..."

My gaze grew cold.

Looking at her face barely concealing a smile, I spat a mouthful of bloody saliva on Claire's face.

Hmph, in your dreams.

Going through all this trouble to send me here and torture me in every way—it was nothing more than to make me voluntarily become Claire's mobile organ bank.

Everyone knew she had a rare disease and needed organ replacements periodically as they failed.

She wiped her face while screaming and falling to the ground.

My dad kicked me over with one foot.

My mom picked up scissors, about to cut off my mouth.

Seeing this, Claire quickly grabbed them both.

A flash of viciousness crossed her angelic face.

"Mom, Dad, don't blame Vivian. I can understand if she's unwilling."

"Maybe if we change methods, Vivian will agree."

Hearing this, joy spread across my mom's face.

She quickly grabbed her.

"Claire, really?"

Claire nodded, her gaze falling on my lower abdomen.

A meaningful smile appeared.

"The attending physician said that as long as it's direct bloodline, it can save me."

I froze in place.

The next second, my dad called over Uncle Sam.

Pointing at me on the ground, he said coldly:

"Call all the men in your village, regardless of age. As long as she gets pregnant within a year, that money still counts."

Uncle Sam looked at me gasping on the ground.

He looked away and nodded.

Soon, I was married off by lottery to the village watchman.

A lame man with Down syndrome.

The night before I was sent to the old house, Uncle Sam came in.

Looking at me tied up like a dumpling, he silently rolled up my sleeve.

Seeing the scalded wound where the birthmark had been, he shook his head:

"I was so confused. How could it possibly be Vivian?"

I watched his retreating figure in despair.

Claire walked in, arms crossed, looking at me with a cold laugh.

"You didn't really think you could escape, did you?"

"Still wanting to use the birthmark to get someone to pass on a message."

"Don't worry. For the rest of your life, even in death, you can only die here."

Early the next morning, I was carried to the groom's home with my face veiled.

Claire suggested removing my veil and having me kiss the groom publicly.

The moment it was removed, the foolish groom before me paused, clapping his thick, stubby hands.

Drooling, he looked at me and laughed happily:

"Vivian, the bride is Vivian."