Chapter 5

With his phone broken, Lucas vented his emotions and then returned to his room.

He simply thought I wasn't answering his calls, never imagining that I was already dead.

Looking at his face, red with anger, I couldn't help but recall the first time he ever got angry with me.

It was the first time I returned to the Lucas family home after being discharged from the hospital following the accident.

When he saw me walk in from outside, he looked at me as if I were his mortal enemy. He rushed up to me and violently threw everything I was carrying out the door.

"Sophia, how dare you come back here!"

"Sophia, don't forget that you killed my sister with your own hands. How dare you continue to live here so comfortably?"

His words were like salt on my already wounded heart. My emotions, pushed to the brink by his constant pressure over the past few days, were about to explode.

My hands clenched into fists at my sides, and for the first time, I shouted back at him.

"Lucas, if you hate me so much, why don't you just kill me? Wouldn't it be better to kill me to pay for your sister's life?"

"Do you think you're the only one suffering? Have you seen my pain? If I could, I wish I had never met you two in this life!"

The sharp sound of a slap brought me back to my senses. My cheek quickly became hot, and the ringing in my ears cleared my mind.

I had almost lost control again.

Afraid of going crazy again, I pushed him away and ran out the door frantically.

Only to find that once I left the Lucas family, I had nowhere to go.

In the end, with no other choice, I spent a few nights under a bridge. The cold November wind was biting, and I wore nothing but a thin jacket. Shivering from the cold, I couldn't help but remember the sudden drop in body temperature due to blood loss on the day of the accident.

That feeling was very similar to death.

Just when I thought I would freeze to death on the streets, Lucas appeared before me again, his face gloomy.

He yanked me up from the ground.

I thought he might be concerned about me, but the first thing he said was, "Sophia, dying like this would be too easy for you. You should experience what it's like to suffer a fate worse than death."

Hearing him say this to me, I looked at him in disbelief.

At that moment, I suddenly felt that the Lucas standing in front of me was so unfamiliar.

So unfamiliar that it was as if I had never known him at all.

"Sophia, don't even think about escaping from me, because I will watch you experience an unbearably painful life."

"You owe Lily, and you should repay it with your life."