Chapter 6

Chloe's POV

Ethan quickly stepped forward and held her in his arms with heartache.

"We'll have another child."

Hearing this, Vivian couldn't hold back anymore. She buried herself in his embrace, sobbing quietly with grievance and suppression.

After something like this happened, both sets of parents were shocked.

I stood at the door, trying to minimize my presence as much as possible.

"Vivian is your sister. How could you do such a thing?"

Ethan's mother looked disappointed.

What happened in the restroom, no one knew except Vivian and me.

Even Ethan, who came later, only saw the scene she performed.

I kept my head down, unable to explain.

"Get out. You're not welcome here."

Ethan stared at me coldly, no trace of his usual easygoing manner in his eyes.

Dad wordlessly dragged me out the door.

In the crowded hallway, he let out a long sigh and handed me a card.

"Go to New York. Don't come back again."

I knew that after causing such trouble repeatedly, he didn't want any more complications.

I looked at that card, tears of grievance falling.

"Dad, I didn't drug him, and I didn't mean to harm Vivian's baby."

What responded to me was the card pressed into my arms and Dad's back as he walked away without looking back.

I stayed silent for a long time, then carefully approached the glass by the door, just in time to meet Vivian's provocative smile.

She deliberately got rid of the child.

This thought broke through my rationality. I stood at the door without any dignity and laid everything out.

"She knew she was pregnant a long time ago. She was the one who drugged me last time. She just wanted to make you all hate me."

"I didn't push her!"

My mother's face turned white with anger at my words. That third slap that hadn't landed finally came down.

I could taste blood in my mouth and feel the ringing in my ears.

The mouths of the people in front of me kept opening and closing, but I couldn't hear a single word.

"It's my fault the baby's gone. It has nothing to do with Chloe. Everyone leave. I want to talk to Chloe alone."

Vivian raised her head, her tone calm.

Ethan was full of vigilance.

"I'll stay right here."

"Ethan, listen to me. You should leave too. I want to have a good talk with Chloe. After all, we're sisters."

She hooked his hand, softly soothing him.

Eventually, everyone in the room left. Ethan thoughtfully closed the door.

I looked at the group of people standing guard at the door without moving an inch, and laughed at myself bitterly.

"You've achieved your goal. Ethan doesn't just find me disgusting now. He probably wants me dead."

Faced with my words, Vivian smiled faintly.

"Speaking of which, we were able to get engaged so quickly thanks to your help. I've been thinking about how to make this child disappear completely lately. I didn't expect you to build me a ladder yourself. You're truly my good sister."

She leaned against the pillow, her face showing not the slightest heartache over losing a child.

Almost instantly, I understood.

"That child wasn't Ethan's."

Vivian clapped her hands in satisfaction, revealing a smile from the heart.

"You figured out the key point so quickly. It seems using you was the right choice. But this still isn't enough."

She opened her phone and pulled up a blurry video.

The location in the video was very clear. It was from that year when I was exploring outside and encountered a mudslide.

"Why do you have this video? You clearly didn't go at the time."

I frowned and quickly walked over, trying to snatch the phone away.

I felt like I had forgotten something.

Vivian shrugged.

"Everyone says we look alike. Back then, you looked almost identical to me. In such a blurry clip, unless the person experienced it themselves, who could guess that the person passing the rescue rope in danger was you?"

She indeed didn't go exploring, but she spent a wonderful night with her little boyfriend nearby.

After they were sent to the hospital, Ethan came to their door with gifts to express his gratitude.

She learned the whole story and rightfully became his savior.

The little boyfriend from back then had already changed girlfriends a dozen times, while she and Ethan fell deeply in love through their daily interactions.

It was just that he never wanted to touch her.

Until that night, I suddenly ran away.

She got what she wanted.

"Speaking of which, I have today thanks to you. But you, this savior, should disappear more thoroughly."

Vivian calmly pulled out a fruit knife from behind the pillow. Taking advantage of my moment of distraction, she pressed it into my hand.

Then she screamed.

"Chloe, calm down! Calm down!"