Chapter 4

This wedding had made national headlines, so many media reporters were there.

When they saw me suddenly burst in, they all crowded around to take photos.

My brother strode up to me. "What are you doing here!"

"Useless idiots, can't even keep an eye on one girl!"

"Look at yourself! You made yourself look like this on purpose just to bring us bad luck, didn't you!"

"You want to be on the front page that badly? You want fame that much!"

Mom ran over, her eyes full of worry.

"Emma, what happened to you? Is that blood on your dress?"

"Yes, it's blood. All my blood. I was beaten half to death by people Vivian arranged. I barely escaped from the house."

Dad raised his hand and slapped me. Blood immediately trickled from the corner of my mouth.

"Shameless thing! You just can't stand to see your sister happy, can you!"

Mom grabbed my hand. "Emma, you're saying Vivian's people beat you?"

My brother yanked Mom away. "That's impossible. This is definitely paint. She loves putting on a show for the media!"

He grabbed my wrist and started dragging me toward the exit.

I stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground. My broken leg was exposed to everyone, and the entire room went silent in shock.

The bone in my lower leg had already pierced through the flesh and was visible. I had been standing before them dragging this broken leg the whole time.

A normal person with injuries this severe would have long been unable to stand from the pain.

Fortunately, the system took pity on me and activated a pain defense system, so I couldn't feel any pain at all.

Mom covered her mouth and cried. "Emma, how did you get hurt so badly!"

Even Dad's eyes flashed with concern. "How did you let yourself end up like this!"

Even my brother, who had just been hostile toward me, was too shocked to speak.

Lucas pushed through the crowd and saw me lying on the ground.

"Emma?"

I raised my blood-covered face to look at him. "Perfect timing. I have a few questions for you."

Vivian came rushing over too, wearing her pristine white wedding dress, looking so pure and innocent.

But her face was streaked with tears.

"Emma, today is the most important day of my life. Do you have to ruin it!"

She trembled as she cried. "Why do you have to target me? You've already taken everything from me!"

"I just want Lucas. Can't you just let us be together!"

My brother tried to help me up. "I'll take you to the hospital."

Vivian's voice shook with tears. "The ceremony is about to start. Are you leaving?"

"This is just Emma's scheme to gain sympathy. Do you really believe I would have my own sister beaten like this?"

My brother let go of my hand.

"Emma Sinclair, you're insane. To frame Vivian, you actually did this to yourself."

"Go to the hospital yourself. Don't worry—the Sinclair family won't tolerate having a cripple around. We'll find the best doctors to fix your leg."

I knew nothing I said would matter, so I gritted my teeth and stood up.

"I just want to say a few things. Then I'll leave."

"Lucas, from the moment you started dating me, it was all just a bet between you and your friends. You never had real feelings for me, did you?"