Chapter 64: The Surgery Went Well

“Did you ever consider that when you hurt my beloved grandmother, you were also causing me immense pain?” Alaric adjusted his tie, his face stern.

“Raylee, you can’t hurt Waverly just because you’re hurting inside. We can discuss and solve any difficulties together, instead of hurting each other,” he said.

Raylee was overwhelmed with emotion, her heart pounding. “She had no qualms about hurting me, about hurting Grandma. Why should I care about her feelings? Do they think I’m a saint? Hahaha!”

“Raylee, stop,” Harriet urged. “No outsiders have seen Waverly like this; quickly give me the wig.”

Raylee gave her a cold glance and not only refused to return the wig but also forcefully tore at its strands. Even the finest craftsmanship couldn’t withstand such intentional destruction.

As Harriet saw the golden strands strewn across the floor, panic flashed across her face. She rushed forward, her voice sharp with outrage. “Stop! Raylee, where are your manners? Who taught you to act so disgracefully? Give me that—”

“You want the wig? Maybe in your next life!” Raylee sneered, ruthlessly tearing the wig apart.

“Enough! You’re going to harm Waverly with your actions!” Harriet lunged forward to intervene.

Seeing them about to grapple, Raylee, knowing she wasn’t as strong, dashed toward the balcony, ready to toss the wig off the building. She couldn’t care less about Waverly’s fate; she’d be better off dead, she thought.

When she reached the staircase, Harriet caught up with her. But Harriet was focused only on the wig. In her desperation to grab it, she lost control and shoved Raylee.

Raylee staggered back and tumbled down the stairs. Bang!

Every part of her body collided with each step, causing agonizing pain. She landed on the floor, her head striking the wall with brute force, causing a gush of blood. Her face was marred with bruises; not a single patch of skin was unscathed.

Harriet, however, didn’t even spare her a glance, still elated at having retrieved the wig. “Wavy, Mommy got your wig back for you. Everything’s all right now, my sweet child, don’t cry!” She rushed enthusiastically toward Waverly.

Waverly, distressed by her exposed appearance, was emotionally distraught, contemplating life and death. “Woe is me… I can’t go on, just let me die!” She hurled her head against the wall. Alaric and Samuel firmly held her.

Alaric said anxiously, “Wavy, stay calm. It’s not your fault, it’s Raylee’s. You mustn’t harm yourself because of someone else’s mistakes!”

Harriet cried, “Wavy, if you were to die, I wouldn’t want to live either! Quickly put on your wig. I won’t let Raylee bully you like this again!”

At that moment, Raylee lay on the ground, too weak to stand. Pain surged through her body, and her consciousness began to fade—yet, strangely, her hearing remained sharp. She heard Waverly’s cries and the comforting voices of the Goodridge family. The entire family was heartbroken over their little princess. No one cared about Raylee’s fate.

“Hehe…” Using the last of her strength, Raylee let out a bitter laugh. Then, as darkness clouded her vision, everything faded to black.

By the time Raylee woke up, the sky had darkened. “Grandma!” she exclaimed, bolting upright. A severe pain surged through her head and body. She clenched her fists, preventing herself from screaming. Her face turned ashen, cold sweat soaking the bandage around her head.

But she didn’t have time to dwell. She threw off her covers and got out of bed, deeply worried about her grandmother’s surgery.

Samuel, by the window, blocked her way. “Keep it down. You just got up. Grandma’s surgery went really well; she’s been moved to a regular ward, but she hasn’t woken up yet. You don’t need to worry so much!”

“Really?” Raylee asked, expressionless.

“Why would I lie to you?” Samuel snapped. “Have I really become so untrustworthy in your eyes that you don’t believe a single word I say?”

Relieved, Raylee lay back on her hospital bed, closing her eyes. She was extremely weak, as if a single blow could shatter her. Agonizing pain coursed through her body.