Chapter 4

The Winters family's faces simultaneously flashed with guilt.

I seemed to catch onto something.

She smiled as she walked towards Dominic, throwing herself into his arms:

"Dominic, I floated in the sea for a day and a night back then, was rescued, but fell seriously ill."

"It's been three years, I've finally recovered and can come back to see you!"

"Why aren't you smiling? Aren't you happy that I'm back?"

Dominic stood stiffly as Rosalie pulled him close, chatting about old times and family matters.

There wasn't a trace of a smile on his face, and his stare made everyone feel cold.

Rosalie's gaze shifted to me, and she shrank into Dominic's arms:

"Who is that ghost? She's so scary!"

Indeed, soaking wet, with hair clinging to my face, from a distance of over ten meters, didn't I look like a vengeful spirit crawling up from the underworld to claim a life?

The warm blood beneath me dyed the water red, and I finally realized.

I had no family left...

I was finally dragged ashore and thrown into a dry room.

There were no change of clothes in the room, so I could only wrap myself in a blanket to draw what little warmth I could.

The thunderous joy from downstairs seemed to draw a period to this thoroughly ridiculous farce.

My torment should have ended too.

But Rosalie wasn't willing to let it go. In her eyes, the three years of companionship was a thorn deeply embedded in her bone.

She despised my disheveled state, standing at the door to gloat:

"Sister, I'm so sorry."

"Dominic was so happy to see me back that he even forgot about you."

"It seems he does have me in his heart, he only married you out of youthful ignorance."

"Faking my death was such a good idea, it not only made Dominic hate you but also made him realize his feelings for me."

I pinched my palm hard to keep myself clear-headed:

"What did you say? Fake death?"

"Do you know that your foolish prank killed my child! It tortured me for three years!"

"Who told you to compete with me? The lesson had to be deep enough to make you never dare to touch him again, even unto death."

She was completely indifferent:

"It was just a joke, I didn't take your life!"

"But Dominic and I were separated for three whole years!"

As she turned, she met the man's gloomy and violent gaze.

The usually willful and spoiled young lady suddenly became a bit timid:

"Dominic, I... I didn't mean to deceive you. Why are you so angry?"

"We've known each other for over twenty years, can't I even play a joke?"

Listening to her cautious yet righteous tone, I wanted to curse.

As I opened my mouth, an intense itch and pain came from my chest, and I uncontrollably coughed up a pool of blood.

For the first time, Dominic panicked, stumbling towards me.

"Amelia, why are you coughing blood?"

He held me tight, only to find that my body was ice-cold.

As he lifted the thin, soaked blanket, a shocking pool of blood was revealed on the floor.

"Why is there so much blood? Amelia, what's going on? Don't scare me!"