At her words, Hunter immediately pulled his hand back. His eyes landed on the broken wine glass at my feet and his expression turned cold.
"Ivy, how did you become so manipulative? If Savannah hadn't said anything, I might've actually believed you. Using red wine to pretend you're bleeding, just for sympathy?"
My mother scoffed coldly from the side.
"She's always been sneaky. Even as a child, she bullied Savannah because of her heart condition. And now she's trying to frame her? How shameless."
"You're eight months pregnant. How could you be bleeding that easily?"
I held my belly tightly, shaking from the pain.
"I'm not lying… my stomach really hurts… please help me… I'm begging you…"
I looked at them with pleading eyes, desperate for just one person to care. But no one moved.
Hunter looked at me with nothing but disgust.
"Using wine to fake blood just to fool us? If I don't teach you a lesson now, you'll try to walk all over me next time."
"Hunter, why don't we make this fun?"
Savannah smiled cruelly, then pulled out a pill and shoved it into my mouth.
In an instant, all the strength drained from my body. A wave of despair and fear crushed me.