Chapter 29
Rachel rushed to the surgical wing in panic when Donald’s condition crashed. Her hair was disheveled, she looked half-insane, but she didn’t care.
Nicolas was already there. His assistant chased after her with a wheelchair, but Rachel was too frantic to sit
still.
‘What the hell happened? He was fine when I left!”
oanne avoided her eyes, guilt written all over her face.
After what felt like forever, the doctor finally emerged. “He’s stable, but he can’t handle any more shock.”
Rachel was having none of their bullshit. “He was perfectly fine when I left. What did you people do to him?”
Arthur jumped to Sophie’s defense. “Sophie was just trying to take care of him! She said something by nistake-she didn’t mean anything by it!”
What. Did. She. Say?” Rachel’s voice could have cut glass.
ophie stammered like the fake she was. “I just… told Grandpa about what happened at the pool. He was so vorried about you, so I thought…”
Rachel shot up from the wheelchair. “You fucking planned this! You deliberately triggered his heart attack!”
efore Arthur could play human shield, Rachel’s hand cracked across his face hard enough to snap his head
ideways.
That’s for Grandpa.”
A second slap followed immediately, even harder. “And that’s for three years ago.”
Sophie tried to play the victim, but Rachel’s eyes were pure murder. “Don’t worry. You’re next.”
ust as Rachel was about to destroy Sophie, Jaxon grabbed her wrist. “That’s enough.”
Sophie immediately collapsed dramatically behind Jaxon. “I’m so scared… she’s completely lost it.”
Rachel broke free and lunged at Sophie, grabbing a fistful of her perfectly styled hair and slamming her head against Donald’s window repeatedly. Sophie’s fake eyelashes started sliding off as she truly panicked.
“You brought Anita to that party to destroy me, didn’t you?” Rachel hissed in Sophie’s ear. “I was planning to leave this toxic family behind, but congratulations-you just changed my mind. Let’s see which one of us
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survives this.”
Rachel’s hands found Sophie’s throat-so fragile, so easy to just squeeze a little harder…
“Okay, that’s enough.” Nicolas’s voice cut through her rage like ice water.
Sophie escaped to Joanne’s arms while the whole family rushed off to fuss over their precious fake daughter
Jaxon stopped beside Rachel with a cold warning. “If Sophie gets seriously hurt, I’m coming for you.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Rachel muttered under her breath.
Nicolas knelt beside Rachel in the empty corridor, carefully treating her self-inflicted wounds with antiseptic. The hospital’s harsh fluorescent lights cast twisted shadows as Rachel remembered the family photo Sophie had once “accidentally” broken-and the new one she’d seen after prison with everyone excep her.
“Does it hurt?” Nicolas asked, his shadow falling over her.
Rachel turned away, swallowing the emotion trying to claw up her throat. “Doesn’t hurt at all.”
“Same thing you said the night they sent you to prison,” Nicolas said quietly, applying a bandage to the crescent-shaped wounds in her palm from clenching her fists too hard.
“They’re not worth it,” Nicolas said suddenly, his fingertips tracing the pale blue veins visible beneath her paper-thin skin.
