A sharp ringing filled her ears, her vision blurred and through the crimson veil, she stared at Ian and asked, "Is this enough?"
“You’re insane!”
Ian rushed forward in panic, his eyes wide with horror as he took in the blood streaking down her face.
"Driver! Get the car ready!"
His usually composed voice trembled as he barked orders.
[System Alert: Host is critically injured. One day of life remaining. Activating soul power to repair the wound.]
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in Clara's mind and as if by magic, the gash on her forehead began closing at an unnatural speed.
Ian turned his head just as Rea gasped in surprise.
“Clara, there’s no wound on your head at all! I understand that you’re upset about me and Ian's engagement, but you can’t resort to self-harm just to scare us.”
When Ian heard her accusation, he froze. His gaze flickered to Clara’s forehead and when he saw that it was indeed unscathed, his expression darkened with fury.
“Clara! When will you stop? First, you try to harm someone with a chandelier and now you’re resorting to fake self-harm?”
“If I had known you’d turn out like this, I never would have let my mother bring you home!”