“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
Misty hadn't come out all morning, and Eulalia had forgotten about her. She forgot to ask Ms. Hayak or Ms. Jonas to take her away. Eulalia was going to die, but she didn't want Misty to die with her."Misty, come here..."The ragdoll cat, timid by nature, was startled and jumping around at the scent of danger. Hearing Eulalia calling her, Misty turned her head, her big blue eyes wide open. She quickly ran behind Eulalia, shrinking her neck in fear and staring at the door.Outside, the flames were roaring, and the door had cracked open, letting smoke pour in. Eulalia's throat grew itchier, and she couldn't stop coughing, her eyes watering from the irritation.Misty looked at her in confusion, sensing her pain. She licked Eulalia's fingers and then suddenly dashed towards the cracking door, scratching at it desperately with her front paws.Despite her usual timid nature, Misty was now bravely scratching at the collapsing door, looking back at Eulalia as she did.Eulalia's heart tightene
#Barry AnimalAbuse#This trending topic suddenly appeared at the top of social media.Barry rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was hallucinating from stress or if there was an issue with her phone. Hadn't Evette just told her on the call that #Eulalia AnimalAbuse# was trending? Why was she seeing something different?Barry's heart pounded, and a growing sense of unease filled her. She carefully opened her eyes again and looked at her phone. Nothing had changed from what she saw earlier, except the trending topic kept rising in popularity.Barry's face went pale, and her breath grew cold. Though autumn hadn't arrived yet, she felt a winter chill. The air entering her nose felt like icy vapor, freezing her heart. The cold sensation spread down her spine.How could this be happening?Why was it completely different from what Evette had said?Didn't Evette say Eulalia was trending? Why was she herself the top trend instead?Though animal abuse wasn't technically illegal, and what's done wa
Victor's large, warm hands enveloped Eulalia's cold ones completely.Victor was the golden boy, a perfect specimen in the entertainment world. This perfection wasn't just about his looks, but also his voice and his very soul.They say that pretty faces are a dime a dozen, while fascinating souls are one in a million. Victor had both.Those who knew him well were aware of his quirks - he could be a total dork sometimes, clueless about romance despite being overly narcissistic. His face would betray his Evettery emotion, and his ears would wiggle when he got cocky. For all his self-admiration, he'd turn beet red whenEvetter his crush was near.With Eulalia, he was gentle, wanting to get close but afraid of scaring her off. When she was in trouble, he stood firmly by her side, even if she didn't spare him a glance.Victor's affection for Eulalia was obvious, but his approach was cautious.Eulalia watched his lips move, his soft voice reaching her ears like a gentle breeze, slowly soothin
Eulalia gently stroked the singed fur of the ragdoll cat, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Her gray eyes were filled with moisture, stinging painfully.Her eyes were either unable to cry or unable to stop once they started. Now they seemed almost blind with grief. She tilted her head back, veins bulging in her neck, mouth slightly open and eyes tightly shut as she let out a hoarse, anguished cry.Her choked, raspy voice was broken, like a rusty knife scraping against a whetstone - so harsh and painful to hear that it made one's heart clench.Victor's eyes were red too, but he turned away silently. He couldn't show any weakness, afraid he wouldn't be able to support Eulalia if he did.Kneeling on the ground, Eulalia slowly scattered dirt over Misty's body, burying her until she was no longer visible. Eulalia's thin frame shook violently, her fragmented sobs growing from quiet to loud as her grief reached its peak.Eulalia had never imagined she could feel heartbreak like t
As much as she wanted to block out the world, cruel voices kept invading Eulalia's ears. Misty wasn't just a cat; she had saved Eulalia's life. They had promised to be together forever. Misty was family, a lifeline in her darkest moments, a light in the shadows.Eulalia's voice was hoarse, her tear-choked words barely intelligible as she called out "Misty" over and over. The pain in her chest was unbearable, desperately needing something to fill the void. Her grip on Victor's shirt loosened as she clutched Misty's collar tightly to her heart."Eulalia," Victor whispered. The girl in his arms was ice-cold, shivering uncontrollably. Her anguished sobs had faded to quiet whimpers.Even after crying her heart out, Eulalia wasn't feeling any better. Her veins were bulging, her temples throbbing. Her body alternated between freezing shivers and feverish heat, her back burning and itching.Victor's heart clenched. He opened his mouth, but no words of comfort came out.Kneeling down, Victor g
Eulalia's hands trembled as she reached out to touch Misty's wounded body. Her hands came away bloody. Ropes had cut deeply into Misty's limbs, and blood covered the cat's body, tail, paws, and head."Misty..." Eulalia's eyes were terrifyingly red, dry from the intensity of her grief. The pain was so extreme she couldn't even cry.In a daze, Eulalia somehow managed to untie the ropes binding Misty. All she could see were the burn wounds on Misty's skin and the blood oozing from four small punctures in the cat's mouth. Misty's sharpest fangs had been viciously pulled out. How much agony had Misty endured?"Misty, I'm here now. Look at me. Didn't we promise to always be together?" Eulalia's body shook as she cradled the bloodied cat. "I'll cancel all my work... I'll stay by your side from now on. I'll never leave you with anyone else again. Please, just hang on a little longer..."Misty lay in Eulalia's arms, struggling to open her eyes at the sound of Eulalia's voice.It's Eulalia... E
Barry noticed the collar around the cat's neck and tried to cut it off with a knife, but it wouldn't budge. Frustrated, she gave up—she couldn’t waste time on a collar.Gripping the cat's jaw, she forced its mouth open, grabbing its sharp teeth with pliers. "You want to bite me? I’ll pull out every last tooth and see if you try that again."Misty trembled, lying helpless on the ground, bound and unable to move. After all, it was just a cat—no way to beg for mercy.Barry's eyes darkened, and with a sharp tug, a sickening crack rang out, like bones being torn from flesh. Misty's scream filled the air."Meow..." Blood spilled from the cat's mouth, staining its once-pristine fur. Misty lay there, defeated, and in that moment, all it could think about was Eulalia."I just wanted to spend more time with you... I wanted to see you again…"...After dinner, Eulalia was told to get ready for the next scene. She glanced at the door, feeling uneasy—Jane hadn't returned yet. Eulalia called her, a
Eulalia took the phone Jane handed her and attached the tracking device to Misty’s collar. “Misty's well-behaved; she won't run off.” “I know, but just in case… too many people dislike me. If they can’t get to me, they might target Misty. A tracker at least adds some safety.” Eulalia focused on the device, missing the brief flicker in Jane’s expression. Jane pressed her lips together, hesitating like she wanted to say something, but held back. “All done,” Eulalia returned the phone, noticing Jane still looked tense. She ruffled her hair. “If something’s on your mind, tell me, don’t bottle it up.” “I…” Jane started, then glanced at Misty in her arms, “I’m fine, really.” “Alright, if you say so.” Eulalia could sense something off, but couldn’t quite place it. Maybe Jane had issues at home these past few days. It wasn’t her place to pry if Jane didn’t want to talk.Just then, Reid called, telling Eulalia to get ready for her scenes. The day was packed with her shoot, and wrap
Percival’s heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand arrows at the thought of Eulalia in bed with Victor. It was only 1 a.m. when he glanced at the clock, and he reached under his pillow for the wedding photo of him and Eulalia. In the picture, she smiled cautiously, her dimples soft, eyes gentle. The photo wasn’t big, but he pressed it to his chest alongside the well-worn journal he often read, then lay back down.That night, he didn’t dream. But when he woke, his eyes were damp, his face sticky with tears that left his skin stinging.As a cancer patient, Percival's body was weak, and he often caught colds easily. The open window and a night of cold wind, combined with the emotional breakdown after seeing the picture Victor posted, left him feverish.The housekeeper was the first to notice and rushed to inform Mr. Lee, who promptly called for a doctor. The doctor came, measured Percival's temperature, and set up an IV. But as the doctor tried to insert the needle, he noticed
Eulalia had never seen a post about herself deleted so quickly before.She sat cradling Misty in one arm, absently fingering the tag on the cat's collar. After a few minutes, her phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number:"Eulalia, I don't want you as a replacement anymore. Stay by my side and I can protect you. Percival is ruthless - if you want a better life, stay far away from that madman."Eulalia frowned as she read the message. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard to reply "Go to hell," but she thought better of it and deleted the draft. There was nothing worth saying to someone like Trent. She blocked the number and set up a custom auto-reply instead.Meanwhile, Trent was anxiously awaiting Eulalia's response. He thought he had made himself clear - surely the small-town girl would get the hint. But after half an hour of silence, doubt crept in. Had she not seen the message? Or was she too afraid to reply?He sent another text:"If you come back to me obediently, I'm will