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If she couldn’t come up with solid proof to clear her name, she would undoubtedly face the full weight of the law.
Almost as soon as the police left, John stormed in, face like thunder.
Lily hadn’t suffered any broken bones, but her arms and calves were injured and bleeding, and she had a concussion. She felt extremely unwell, her pale little face drained of all color.
Seeing her so frail and sickly made something in John’s chest twist sharply.
But when Wendy had called Elsa for help, he happened to be right beside her.
He remembered Wendy’s weak voice claiming that Lily had deliberately crashed into her multiple times. His initial concern quickly gave way to anger and disappointment.
His voice was like ice. “Lily, why did you deliberately hurt Wendy? She still hasn’t made it out of critical condition. Elsa saw her covered in blood-she was so devastated she threw up blood and fainted! She hasn’t even regained consciousness. When did you become so vicious that you could do something as disgusting as attempted murder? Lily, this is a crime!”
Lily was actually amused by that.
The investigation hadn’t even concluded yet. Even the police hadn’t labeled her a criminal.
And yet this man-this man she had once loved with all her heart for four years-was already condemning her as evil and guilty, based solely on Wendy’s one-sided accusation and the surface-level illusion she had created.
But now that she was completely over him, his blind distrust didn’t hurt anymore. It was just… laughable.
“Lily, say something!”
Seeing her commit such an atrocity and still have the nerve to smile-without a shred of remorse or apology-John’s fury surged like wildfire, threatening to consume everything.
He stepped forward and roughly grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Elsa already apologized for that photo. I explained it to you. Why are you still targeting her? Her health is fragile-she can’t take any shock. The doctor said that if Wendy doesn’t wake up within forty-eight hours, she never will. If something really happens to her, Elsa’s condition will worsen. You’ll be responsible for two deaths, Lily. Do you have any conscience at all? Answer me!”
“John, get your filthy hands off me.”
Lily had no desire to speak to him.
But her body was still in pain. The way he was clutching her chin hurt badly.
She looked at him coldly. “I wasn’t drunk. I didn’t deliberately crash into your precious mother-in-law.”
“Even if I had, you still wouldn’t have the right to lay a finger on me. Besides, this time it was Elsa and her mother who set me up. I will prove my innocence.”
She tried to push his hand away, but he was far too strong. No matter how hard she tried, he wouldn’t let go.
Taking a breath, she warned him again, “Take your hand off me.”
Wendy wasn’t even legally his mother-in-law.
But John found everything Lily said unbearably grating. Her defiant tone and complete lack of remorse made her look utterly detestable.
He squeezed her chin even harder, his voice sharp as a knife. “Lily, you trample on human life and twist the truth-you’re despicable! Admit you were wrong. Swear you’ll never hurt Elsa’s family again!”
“Elsa is in this hospital too. If you just apologize to her sincerely, ask for her forgiveness, and show real remorse in front of Wendy, I’ll give you one last chance. I’ll help you deal with this.”
Lily felt like John was about to crush her jaw.
She gasped painfully several times, gripping his fingers with both hands, trying to lessen the pressure. But the pain only grew worse.
She was on an IV drip, and because John was too focused on scolding her to care, her other arm had been yanked, tugging out the needle from the back of her hand. She drew a sharp breath at the sting.
She lay frozen on the bed for a moment before she could find her voice again.
“I told you-I can prove I’m innocent. I wasn’t drunk, and I didn’t crash into Wendy. She had someone deliberately ram into me, then forced alcohol down my throat to make it look like I was driving drunk. I have a clear conscience. I will never apologize to Elsa. Let me go. I did nothing wrong. You have no right to lecture me on behalf of your precious Elsa!”
Her hospital gown had loose sleeves. Because she was struggling to pry his hand off, the sleeve fell back, revealing her pale forearm.
He looked down and saw a long, angry gash-at least fifteen centimeters-on her arm.
The movement had reopened the wound. Blood seeped out again, a jarring red against her porcelain skin.
He also noticed the back of her left hand-where the IV needle had been pulled out-was dotted with blood. Just looking at it made him wince.
A sharp pain twisted in his chest.
He didn’t like seeing Lily hurt.
For a moment, he wanted to pull her into his arms, hold her tight, kiss her deeply, and ask her if it hurt.
But then he remembered the sight of Wendy covered in blood when he rushed to the hospital with Elsa. He forced that urge back down.
Wendy was gravely injured-she might never wake up. Didn’t she deserve pity?
Elsa was traumatized, vomiting blood and fainting repeatedly. Wasn’t her pain real?
A woman as heartless and vicious as Lily deserved to suffer!
The more he thought about it, the more he hated her. Enraged, he snapped, “That shameless, unrepentant look on your face disgusts me! Why wasn’t it you who ended up in critical condition from that crash? You’re the one who should’ve died! Lily, you’re the one who deserves to die!”
She’s the one who should’ve died…
Even though Lily no longer loved John, hearing him say that still felt bitterly ironic. She let out a cold, self-mocking smile.
Even if there were no romantic feelings left between them, he had no right to say she deserved death.
Four years ago, she’d carried him home through a blizzard, step by step, when be been ready to jump into a river.
After that, she stayed by his side through everything. was so hopeless he’d.
For four years, she’d given him everything-her heart, her soul. She never once wronged him.
She had even risked her life to save him more than once.
Anyone else in the world could say she deserved to die-anyone but him.
“Lily, I’ll ask you one last time. Are you going to apologize to Wendy? Are you going to beg Elsa’s forgiveness?”
Of course not.
Her chin throbbed more with every second. Lily gathered her strength, ready to slap him, but just then Simon walked in, supporting Elsa, who was sobbing so hard she could barely stand.
Elsa was always proud and composed.
She resembled a cold, beautiful rose-always elegant, even when shedding tears.
But now she was completely broken. Her tears fell like a broken string of pearls, and all her pride had vanished.
The haughty rose had turned into a frightened little girl terrified of losing her mother-and that made her all the more pitiful.
Seeing her in such anguish, both John and Simon felt like their hearts were being torn apart.
It only deepened their belief that Lily was cruel, selfish, and beyond redemption.
“Lily, I know you hate me.”
Elsa’s voice was hoarse, each word soaked in grief. “You hate me. You can beat me, curse me, even wish I were dead-I’ll take it. But why did you go after my mom? She lost so much blood… No matter how loud I called for her, she wouldn’t open her eyes… I’m really scared she’s never going to wake up again…”
“Elsa, don’t cry.”
Seeing Elsa gasping between sobs, barely able to stand, John’s eyes filled with pain.
Afraid she might collapse, he finally let go of Lily’s chin and hurried to steady her. “John…”
Elsa sobbed and fell into his arms.
“I’m so scared… If Lily really hates me that much and wants me dead, fine. I’ll accept it. But innocent. Why did she have to hurt my mom…” my mom’s
John froze slightly with Elsa in his arms-right in front of Lily.
Still, Lily had gone too far this time. Elsa looked far too fragile and devastated. John couldn’t bring himself to push her away-he simply held her tighter and murmured softly, over and over, “Don’t cry… Wendy will be okay.”
“What if she’s not?”
Elsa kept trembling, crying like she’d suffered the worst injustice in the world.
She sniffled painfully, her voice shredded like it had been run over by a truck. “I… I just asked the doctor. He said my mom only has about a ten percent chance of waking up. I wanted her to be healthy and live a long life. But ten percent… That means she’s probably not going to make it… It should’ve been me who died.”
She turned her tear-filled eyes toward Lily, every word dripping with anguish. “Lily, I was wrong. I admit it. I shouldn’t have dreamed of having John stay by my side till the end. I shouldn’t have upset you. I shouldn’t have come between you and John… I was wrong. Just please let my mom live, okay? Why didn’t you hit me instead of her? I don’t want to live without my mom…”
“Lizzy, don’t cry…”
Seeing her in such despair, Simon couldn’t bear it either.
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