"River, what did you say to Agnes? Why did she take sleeping pills? Why would she try to kill herself?"
Spencer's furious roar pierced through the phone, piercing my ears.
I held the phone expressionless, trying to count how many times this had happened. How many times have I been slandered and framed?
Sigh, I'd lost count long ago. There were too many to remember.
"Is she dead?" I spoke calmly, then quickly hung up before more curses could come through the line.
I walked into the hospital alone, looking for a place to rest while waiting for the system to prompt the suicide time. But the moment I sat down, a slap struck my face.
"River, you've gone too far!"
Spencer, clad in a white coat, couldn't hide the rage in his eyes.
"I thought you were merely spoiled, but I never imagined you harbored intentions to harm others!"
"You're truly the child of a murderer. Your bad genes are undeniable!"
"Even after being raised in the Saint Family for eighteen years, you're still a complete villain!"
"Kneel outside the emergency room and wait for Agnes to wake up safely!"
He grabbed my arm and yanked me up. I struggled hard, until my head slammed against the wall—and then everything went black.