Chapter 7
Chapter 7:
The persistent throb of her fractured rib was unrelenting, and her face was so severely swollen, it resembled an
inflated balloon.
Lillian seethed with rage.
“Have they lost their minds? Choosing that worthless bitch over you? Lethandle this—I'll put an end to
them!”
Without hesitation, she took out her phone and began to dial. However, Daniela, despite her frailty, placed her
hand over Lillian’s, pressing the end call button.
Lillian clenched her fists, her voice heavy with desperation.
“This is outright domestic abuse! You've been hurt! Are you seriously considering forgiving Alexander after
everything he’s done?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer eyes then caught the glimpse of fresh blood oozing through Daniela’s bandages, and tears began streaming
down her face. With Lillian’s support, Daniela pushed herself to stand.
“Let’s get out of here for now. We'll deal with them when the tis right.”
Observing Daniela’s weakened state, Lillian nodded, her tears mingling with a fierce resolve.
She vowed to tear that despicable pair apart piece by piece.
Lillian then went to take care of the hospital discharge forms. Outside, Daniela stood waiting, lifting her gaze
towards the hospital's upper floors.
The opulent third-floor ward still glowed brightly.
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Inside, Alexander was nestled under the soft lamp’s light, peeling an apple. A warm smile played on his lips as he
chatted with the woman beside him.
Daniela managed a strained, sorrowful smile.
Ten long years, and the warmth of that smile she desperately sought had never once been hers.
Joyce, however, had earned it effortlessly.
Daniela realized she had been wrong all this time.
She could no longer stand on her own.
Before she collapsed, she saw Lillian rushing toward her, her face etched with worry.
Before long, Daniela was hurried into the intensive care unit. The icy IV fluid seeped into her veins, lulling her
into a profound slumber.
When she finally woke up, two days had slipped by.
“Daniela! Are you alright?” Lillian’s eyes, swollen and red, betrayed her vigil by Daniela’s side.
Daniela slowly propped herself up, her voice raspy as she replied,
“Don’t worry. I'm fine.”
Following breakfast, Daniela glanced at her phone.
The online frenzy over “the bride from the fire” was overwhelming.
Criticism rained down on Daniela in the comments section.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLillian exclaimed through clenched jaws, “We can't just let Joyce get away with this! The inteis praising her
as beautiful and kindhearted, declaring that she deserves to be the rightful heiress to the Harper family.”
Daniela remained unfazed, her eyes skimming over the hurtful words. They no longer had the power to wound
her.
For the first time, she felt the fog lift, leaving her with a clear sense of clarity.
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