“Rachel! How dare you be so arrogant? Are you still living in the past? Look at who’s standing by his side now!”
“You think ruining my face means you’ve won? Ethan only cherishes me more! He’s told me more than once that you’re like a rotten stone—hard, boring, nothing like me…”
Her words stopped abruptly.
Because I had shot to my feet, seized her wrist, and twisted it back.
“A stone? Boring?”
I closed in on her, staring into her fear-dilated pupils, my voice icy.
“Lily, have you forgotten? This stone is the one that smashed obstacle after obstacle, paving the road Ethan Blake walks today. The wealth and glory you enjoy now—even the life you barely held onto—every bit of it is stained with my blood.”
I flung her wrist away like filth.
“Go run to him, tell him this stone isn’t just hard—it can crush everything he holds dear.”
Lily had meant to retort, but when she saw the figure at the doorway, she changed instantly.
Clutching her wrist, her face went pale as tears streamed down.
“Rachel, I only came to check on you, why would you… sob…”
“What’s going on?”
Ethan had just arrived, hearing the sound of crying inside.
Lily threw herself into his arms like she’d found her savior, weeping pitifully.