I turned toward the voice and saw Jonathan, the same man who had said he wouldn’t set foot into the bedroom. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing a pitiful expression.

She said, “I would never try to ruin your life. I just can’t stand how she treats you sometimes.”

Jonathan said nothing.

Instead, Edward suddenly spoke up. “Don’t pay attention…”

The petty maggot, Edward had just described, happened to walk by. (I had always assumed he disliked people like me, but hearing him openly badmouth me in front of Alicia still made my stomach twist with irritation and disgust.)

“Release your precious Abisa to the family so I don’t have to be an eyesore to you anymore,” I said.

I walked over to the cabinet, picked up the thread and kit, and turned to leave.

Sudden silence. The atmosphere froze, and for a few seconds, no one jabbed back with my nibbling words. The atmosphere turned cold, and no one said a word.

He moved to block my path, but I ignored him and walked past.

The Oakwood College scent mixed with the smell of the medicine in my hand, making me even more uneasy. I quickened my pace. Just then, Tibwand’s displeased voice rang out behind me. “Don’t you know how to greet your elders when you see them?”

He wasn’t ever a tiny bit polite, even despite constantly badgering me. Instead, he had the audacity to scold me for being rude.

“What kind of petty person holds grudges!” I responded sharply.

Then, I threw his own words back at him, then walked away without even turning around.

I could still hear Aliena complaining to Bhound behind me. The same old lines. She never meant to ruin my relationship with Jonathan. She only came to the Ford Manor to spend time… tired of hearing it, but she kept going.

I accelerated how fast I picked up my pace, focused only on getting back to the bedroom. My wrist has started to ache again. I couldn’t go to the hospital now, so I had to treat it myself.

I went to the master bedroom. I shut the door behind me and locked it.

He politely asked, “Ma’am, are you feeling unwell?”

“Mind your own business,” I replied coldly.

But he ignored it and kept pressing. “Mr. Font instructed us to take care of your health. If you’re hurt, it’s hard for us to explain…”

“I’m acting even when I tried to kill myself. Do you really think he cares about something so small?”

I didn’t open the door or respond any further. Eventually, Hugh had no choice but to leave.

I slowly pulled back the silk scarf wrapped around my left wrist. I didn’t want anyone to see the wound, especially not Jonathan. However, it still needed to be wrapped in gauze. To avoid drawing attention, I had always used…

Ganelle and Ana had both assumed I had suddenly changed my style and was using the scarf as a fashion accessory.

At the hospital, the doctor had told me clearly that I needed to clean and change the dressing regularly.

My wrist was far too deep. It had been stitched up, but because some of the scarves used weren’t breathable, the healing process was slow. It would…

I sat down and took out the rubbing alcohol. The skin around the red flesh was already turning pale. It wasn’t bleeding, but the pain had taken on a different kind of…

Dabbing my red cloth a lot and pressed it hard against the wound.

It surged through me. My temples throbbed, and the sharp ringing in my ears almost drowned out my thoughts.