Chapter 4

With just one look, I was nearly scared off the bed.

In the dim light, Nina's face was wrapped in bandages, the exposed skin festering with not a single patch of good flesh.

She stood before the bed, looking at me with extremely vicious eyes, as if wanting to tear me to pieces.

Damien gently pulled her into his arms, turned to look at me, his face instantly livid.

He called his lawyer, saying he would sue the cake shop owner and pursue it to the end.

I looked Nina up and down and sneered.

"Tsk!"

"Who told you to be greedy! Eating despite being allergic to mangoes! Now you're swollen like a pig's head!"

Damien glared at me furiously.

"Elara Hartley! Has your conscience been eaten by dogs!"

"Nina's face is ruined and you're still making sarcastic remarks!"

Nina glared at me viciously, her eyes full of poisonous hatred.

Damien took a deep breath and grabbed my wrist hard.

"Nina's accident is your responsibility too. You must compensate her. I think you should give her that villa on the mountain and half the shares in your name!"

"I'll also persuade her to forgive you."

I laughed softly.

One playing the bad cop, one playing the good cop.

Nina got all the benefits, Damien got all the good reputation.

Perfect. I was just thinking about how to ruin Damien's reputation.

Who told him to be two-timing, playing both sides.

I forced out two tears, pretending to be wronged.

"Why! She's an outsider. Why should she get my family's money!"

Nina also took the opportunity to play the victim, making Damien's heart ache instantly.

"Damien, don't worry about me."

"Even if I die outside, I won't take a penny from the Hartley family!"

Damien's brow furrowed. He looked at me with complete dissatisfaction, as if looking at a child who didn't understand.

"Elara, you stole her identity as the heiress. Isn't that enough? Now you want to drive her to death?"

"It's just this little bit of money. Can't you let her have it?"

I scoffed and couldn't help asking:

"Compensate her? Does she deserve it?"

"I was sold to a mountain village as a child and suffered abuse. Don't you know that?"

"From the moment I was born, her mother stole me and sold me to human traffickers. The fact that I haven't kicked Nina out of the house or called the police to send their whole family to prison is already merciful enough!"

What I said was all true. Damien couldn't refute it, obviously losing face.

He sighed lightly, took my hand, and comforted me:

"Elara, I know you suffered a lot as a child, but Nina grew up pampered. Without money, what will she do for the rest of her life?"

"Don't worry. Even though Nina and I grew up together, you're just as important to me as she is."

"Just as important?"

I suppressed the smile at the corner of my mouth and nodded.

"Fine! I'm about to marry into the Sinclair family anyway, so hand over all the assets in your name for me to manage!"

Nina immediately pointed at my nose and cursed angrily.

"Elara Hartley! It's not enough that you're monopolizing Damien! Now you're eyeing the Sinclair family money too! Do you have no shame!"

Damien didn't want me to make things difficult for Nina anymore and brushed me off.

"Of course. After you marry me, my money is your money."

I smiled with satisfaction and gave Nina a provocative look.

But Nina behind me was dismissive, touching her slightly protruding belly with a sneer.

"So stupid."

But just as Damien finished speaking, his grandfather called.

Specifically asking me to take over all of Damien's assets and help manage them.