Chapter 3

Hearing the word 'police,' Chloe turned to Brandon with tears brimming in her eyes.

"Bunny just thought medicine was bad for Big Sister! Vitamins are way better for the body!"

She buried her face in her hands, letting out pathetic sobs. "Today was a caring bunny! What did Bunny do wrong?"

Brandon shoved me backward, sending me crashing to the floor.

Chloe pointed down at me, demanding an apology. "Bunny didn't mean it! Bunny will kneel for you, just please don't send me to jail!"

Disgusted, I turned my head away.

"Stop acting so sickening."

Brandon stepped forward and brought his heavy dress shoe down onto my injured hand. The fingers crushed by the car door days earlier were already fragile.

He knew better than anyone that a designer’s hands were her entire life.

"Brandon Hayes!"

The man who once gently massaged hand cream onto my skin and bought me cashmere gloves was now grinding his sole into my knuckles, actively trying to destroy them.

"She did it for your own good! It was an honest mistake, but you just have to be a vindictive bitch!"

"You apologize to her right now, or you can kiss this hand goodbye! You know damn well the police won't interfere in a domestic dispute between husband and wife!"

Tears of pure agony streamed down my face. Through gritted teeth, I forced out an apology to Chloe.

"Well, then Bunny will be the bigger person and forgive Big Sister!"

Chloe walked over and deliberately stomped her heel onto my mangled hand.

I gasped in agony, glaring at her with murderous rage.

Brandon stepped between us and looked down at me coldly.

"Bunny accepted your apology. This ends now."

I gritted out, "Could she at least take her foot off my hand?!"

Chloe looked up at Brandon, whimpering, "Bunny is scared... Bunny can't move..."

Brandon quickly scooped her into his arms, finally freeing my crushed fingers.

Chloe leaned into his neck, whining, "Brandon, Big Sister’s hand made Bunny’s leg cramp up."

Brandon gently rubbed her calf, his voice freezing cold as he addressed me.

"Bunny bruised your hand, but your hand gave Bunny a cramp. You're even."

I let out a hysterical, bitter laugh.

I had no energy left to deal with their circus. I dragged myself to the hospital immediately.

The doctor delivered the devastating news: the nerve damage was irreversible. I would never be able to sketch with that hand again.

Chloe lingered outside the consultation room, putting on a penitent face.

"Bunny made a mistake today, but Bunny said sorry, so Bunny is still the best bunny!"

Brandon affectionately ruffled her hair. "Bunny will always be the best."

Listening to their sickening banter, the blood in my veins turned to ice.