WantNovelChapter 391
She swallowed the entire bottle of pills-nearly twenty in total.
Foam bubbled at the corners of her mouth as her consciousness began to blur. The sharp, stabbing
pain coursing through her body hit her like a storm, tearing at her senses. Her lips quivered as she
muttered faintly, "It hurts... so much..."
The unbearable pain dragged on, gnawing at her body like claws. Her vision swirled into a haze as
the minutes crawled by, every moment a thread pulling the life from her. Her blood seemed to
freeze in her veins, her body burning yet icy cold. She didn't know what to do. For the first tin
her life, she was utterly lost.
She sat motionless on the bed, her body growing colder as tslipped away. Outside, the night
sky gleamed with stars. The headache that gripped her was unbearable, a pressure she couldn't put
into words.
The next tshe opened her eyes, she was in a hospital room.
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When Lucy slowly woke, her throat was parched and her body felt drained, weak beyond measure. She stared at
the sterile white ceiling above her, feeling detached. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her mother
sitting beside the bed.
"Why would you do something so reckless? Do you have any idea how worried your brother and | were?" Mrs.
Chancer's eyes were red-rimmed, her trembling hand lifting as if to scold Lucy with a slap. But when she saw her
daughter's pale, lifeless face, her hand froze in midair and fell back to her side.
Lucy's voice was hoarse, almost inaudible. "Worried? Were you worried about me, or were you just afraid that if |
died, you wouldn't have anyone to take the fall for Charlotte? Or was it something else entirely?"
"Lucy, how can you say that?" Mrs. Chancer's tone was sharp with disapproval. "Yes, we want you to take the
blfor Charlotte, but only because of the baby she's carrying! That child is the Chancer family's bloodline.
How could we let him be born in prison?"
Mrs. Chancer paused, her expression hardening before she continued. "And don't forget, even if you did end up
in jail, your brother and | would do everything we could to get you out. We've saved you so many times before-
why wouldn't we be able to save you again this time?"
Lucy let out a bitter laugh, her voice laced with sarcasm. "So, in the end, it's all about Charlotte, isn't it? Mom,
am | not your child too? All those years you pampered and loved me-was that all fake?"
Mrs. Chancer's expression turned grim. "Lucy, how could you say something so ungrateful? You should know
better than anyone how well I've treated you."
"Oh, 1 know," Lucy replied, her tone laced with bitterness. "Your so-called care was just making sure
the maids and housekeepers looked after me. I still remember that one t| chfrom
school, crying because I'd been bullied. I tried to tell you about it, but you were too busy playing
cards and toldto stop bothering you."
Her eyes dimmed with the weight of the memory. That afternoon had left a scar on her heart-one of
neglect and disappointment. The lack of love and respect she felt that day shaped her life in ways
she could never forget, even now.
Mrs. Chancer avoided her gaze, her voice turning colder. "Lucy, you need to be fair. From the time
you were little, did you ever lack for anything? Your food, your clothes, everything you had was
better than anyone else's. And when you said someone bullied you, didn't I go to the school the
next day and punish the bully?"
"Fine. | don't want to talk about the past.” Lucy's voice was steady but defiant. "The fact is, you
know Charlotte is the real culprit. Yet you're still willing to throwunder the bus just because of
the baby she's carrying. Why should 1? | won't do it. You savedthis time, but | can die a second
tif | have to."
Her eyes burned with an unyielding resolve, her words ringing with defiance.
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