Percival knew she was planning to run away just by looking at her outfit. Despite feeling fired up inside, seeing her gaunt figure, swollen red eyes, and the blood at the corner of her mouth just shattered his heart like ice under a hammer.He walked over and took Eulalia’s cold hand, surprisingly, she didn't resist and quietly got into the car with him.“You poisoned me as a chance to escape?” Percival asked, holding her close with one arm.“Yes, too bad the weedkiller wasn't strong enough to kill you outright.”Percival clenched his teeth so hard that he tasted blood, his freshly washed stomach starting to burn with pain. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Eulalia, do you really hate me that much? To the extent that you'd dirty your own hands by poisoning me?"Eulalia laughed bitterly as if she heard a huge joke, her body shaking like grass under a storm.“Dirty my hands?” she retorted, thrusting her ugly, trembling hands in front of Percival. “These hands, stabbed with 28 steel needles,
“You think I’d still love the child tainted with your blood after all I’ve been through?” Eulalia’s words were cruel, but her heart ached fiercely, like a small hand was squeezing it tight.Her eyes were red and sore, but no tears fell. “You’ll never know how I counted every minute during that hour, or those ten calls... I called you ten times. Why didn’t you answer? If you’d just answered the last one, Vincent wouldn’t have died.”She wasn’t afraid of pain or disability; she just couldn’t accept losing the most important person in her life.For over ten years, Vincent had been her guiding light, one she silently cherished in her heart, only for Percival to extinguish it with a casual swipe.Percival’s throat tightened as he picked up Eulalia’s coat and wrapped it around her, covering her injuries below her neck. He held her tightly, tears falling onto her neck. “You should hate me. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but Eulalia, I have only you left. Only you. I know I’m unforgivable,
“Eulalia!” Percival screamed in terror. “Pull over, now!”The driver instinctively slammed on the brakes, jerking forward from the sudden stop. He looked back, confused. The tightly closed window was now open, and the wind howled as if mourning.Percival sat alone in the backseat; Eulalia was nowhere to be seen. The driver snapped out of his daze and got out of the car, following Percival.Eulalia had leaped out of the window too quickly. Percival, his left arm in a cast, couldn’t grab her in time. He watched helplessly as she fell, leaving a bloody trail on the ground—---Eulalia felt like the fall had shifted all her organs. The pain in her leg was excruciating, as if the bones were shattered.Her coat was gone, her white sweater was dirty and bloody, and her exposed skin scraped against the pavement, feeling like it was on fire.She lay trembling on the wet ground, too pained to even scream.Eulalia curled up like a corpse, motionless for a long time. A car approached, and just as
Eulalia was taken to the hospital for an examination, and it turned out both her legs were indeed broken.When Percival heard the results, his temples throbbed slightly.“Her left shin is fractured, and her right ankle is injured. Both legs will need to be in casts, and they should heal in 3-4 months. She needs to rest well and remember to get massages for recovery...”The doctor said.Percival’s eyelid twitched. “What if we don’t treat her?”The doctor was stunned for a moment before saying, “If she doesn’t get treatment, her legs will become permanently disabled over time, and she’ll spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.”A lifetime in a wheelchair, unable to move her legs—that meant Eulalia wouldn’t be able to leave him.“Then we won’t treat her.”&n
Eulalia had a broken leg, but her ears were fine. She could hear that it was Evadne calling Percival, though she couldn't catch the details of their conversation.Eulalia didn't react, and Percival wasn't discouraged. Over the past few weeks, he'd gotten used to her cold attitude. Though it hurt, he figured it was better than her previous suicidal behavior.After Percival left, Ms. Hayak took over pushing Eulalia's wheelchair. A nurse approached Eulalia directly."Ms. Clearwater, someone asked me to pass on a message to you."Eulalia remained unresponsive, but Ms. Hayak was taken aback. She thought it best to pretend she hadn't seen or heard anything.Eulalia patted Ms. Hayak's hand and spoke for the first time in ten days, her voice hoarse: "Ms. Hayak, step back a bit. I need to talk to her."Ms. Hayak hesitated. "But...""Don't worry, nothing will happen. Just stand back and watch.""Okay." Ms. Hayak stepped back twenty or thirty steps, stopping about 30 feet away.The nurse whisper
That day, she had some big surprises lined up for Percival, things he'd never forget for the rest of his life.Eulalia touched her earlobe, where a faint scar was.Sensing her mood, Misty dropped a yarn ball beside Eulalia, hoping she'd play. When Eulalia ignored it, Misty nudged her fingertips and licked them.Eulalia's expression softened as she gently petted its head.Perhaps this little creature was the only one truly staying by her side now.Around noon, Ms. Hayak got a call from her daughter and anxiously asked the butler for a few days off.The butler looked troubled. With Christmas coming up, he was planning to take a vacation too. But if he left and Ms. Hayak also needed to go, who would take care of Eulalia?When Percival got home, Mr. Lee told him about the leave requests. If Percival agreed, they could easily go on their vacations. If not, they’d have to stay.Percival thought for a moment. Since Eulalia had a broken leg and couldn’t go anywhere, having one more or one les
The next morning, Ms. Hayak said goodbye to Eulalia.“Eula, my daughter has an emergency, so I need to go back for two days. I'll be back soon to keep you company,” she said, feeling reluctant to leave Eulalia alone. But her daughter had called her urgently.Eulalia seemed unsurprised, her expression gentle. “Ms. Hayak, can I give you a hug?”Ms. Hayak quickly put down her luggage and leaned over to hug Eulalia’s frail body.Eulalia held her tightly, soaking up the warmth and feeling a brief sense of maternal love.“Safe travels.”The room had a large floor-to-ceiling window, perfect for Eulalia to watch the outside world. She sat there, watching Ms. Hayak leave with her luggage, gradually shrinking to a small dot before disappearing completely.Tomorrow was Percival and Evadne’s engagement party. Percival had to go to the hotel tonight to prepare and get familiar with the schedule, creating a tense atmosphere.Feeling uneasy, Percival kept telling Eulalia not to watch TV or go online
What does it look like when someone is overly emotional? Eulalia slumped in her wheelchair, laughing and crying like a madwoman. Her throat itched, her stomach churned, and with her mouth open, she leaned on the wheelchair’s armrest, laughing until she vomited, her tears mingling with the taste of salt on her lips.She was born out of an accident, her mother sacrificing her life to bring her into this world. From the earliest memory, she had faced nothing but loathing and hatred, constantly reminded that she carried a death with her, that she shouldn't exist.But... did anyone ever ask her if she wanted to be here?She despised herself more than anyone else did. If it weren’t for Vincent carrying her home from the amusement park all those years ago, she might not have made it this far.Trent gave her two choices: save her and keep her by his side or die in an accident.Eulalia chose the second without hesitation, but what kind of accident would she die in?She didn’t know. She had alw