Chapter 4

He used all his strength, knocking me to the ground, without even sparing me a glance.

He walked straight to Skylar Thorne, carefully checking her face. “Are you okay?”

Skylar Thorne whimpered, burying her face in Liam Blackwood’s embrace. “It’s my fault. I ruined Sister’s bedsheet with my vomit.”

Liam Blackwood’s gaze finally fell on the stained bed. He said indifferently, “Burn it.”

“No! That’s my mother’s! I can wash it myself, don’t burn it!”

But he knew perfectly well that I had nightmares every night and could only sleep peacefully while holding that bedsheet.

He ignored my pleading gaze and instructed the housemaids behind him, “When the new madam moves in, throw out all these old things.”

*“CRASH!”*

The wedding photo on the wall crashed to the floor, swept out of the room like trash.

Yet, all I could hear was his vow from when we took those photos.

He had once sworn in front of everyone, “I, Liam Blackwood, will only ever love Ava Sterling.”

When the bedsheet caught fire, I rushed to the brazier, grabbed it with my bare hands, and smothered the flames with my body.

Blisters immediately swelled on my hands. Liam Blackwood rushed over in a flash, grabbing my hand, his eyes sharp.

“Does it hurt?”

Skylar Thorne suddenly clutched her stomach, pointing at the already opened urn. “I’m allergic to dust. Why is Sister bringing back a pile of ashes?”

“Cough, cough, cough! Liam, help me!”

I lunged forward. “No!”

But my mother’s ashes were kicked over by Skylar Thorne. I could no longer control the rage burning within me.

I rushed at her, tearing at her hair, my eyes blazing red. “You did that on purpose?!”

“Slut! Wasn’t it enough that your mother was a homewrecker who seduced my father? Now you’re rushing to be a mistress, stealing someone else’s husband!”

Skylar Thorne shrieked, “Liam, Sister’s gone crazy! She’s going to kill me!”

I squeezed Skylar Thorne’s neck with all my might, but Liam Blackwood kicked me away.

The moment I fell to the ground, fresh blood streamed from beneath me.

I crawled to gather my mother’s ashes, leaving a glaring trail of blood across the floor.

Tears dripped onto the ashes. “Mom, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

But the next moment, Liam Blackwood snatched the urn from my arms.

He coldly emptied all of my mother’s ashes into the toilet!

*“WHOOSH!”*

The sound of the flushing water almost shattered my eardrums.

I knelt there, stunned, in front of the toilet, looking up to meet Liam Blackwood’s gaze, my eyes burning red. “Liam Blackwood, I will never! Never forgive you!”

His eyes flashed with shock and pain, but it was only for an instant.

Skylar Thorne held the handful of hair I’d torn out, crying like a wilting flower. “Liam, Sister pulled out so much of my hair! I don’t want to have your baby now, having babies makes you so ugly!”

Liam Blackwood tenderly picked her up, cooing, “No, you won’t, Skylar is the most beautiful girl in the world, she won’t turn ugly.”

Then, his gaze fell on me, like I was a lifeless object. He ordered the maid standing outside, “Get me some scissors.”

He took the scissors, stood before me, and contemptuously pinched my chin. “Ava Sterling, have I been spoiling you too much?”

With that, he pressed the scissors against my scalp, cutting off my long hair, strand by strand, as if he were trimming useless weeds.

Just the day before our wedding, he had held my hair, treating it like a precious treasure, “I love Ava’s long hair the most.”

He didn’t stop until my head was practically bare, with only a few sparse strands left. Then, Liam Blackwood threw the scissors aside.

He turned, embraced Skylar Thorne, and reverently kissed her hair. “Do you still think you’re ugly now?”

Skylar Thorne’s tears turned to laughter. She looked at me, her eyes full of triumph.

“Heh, Sister looks like a little clown!”