Chapter 3 She's Blind-She Can't See a Thing
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Scarlett said flatly, "I'm blind."
Ethan's pupils shrank sharply. He just stared into her eyes for a long while, his whole body going stiff without him even realizing it.
When he snapped out of it, he suddenly reached out and ripped the bandage from her eyes. His tone was laced with sarcasm. "What game are you playing now?"
"Trying to get some sympathy? Your tricks are getting more and more elaborate."
As he spoke, Ethan peered into her eyes closely. Vacant, unfocused-they really did look blind.
What the hell?
"What's your problem, Ethan? Pity the last car crash didn't take you out. You losing your sight would've been a blessing."
"How did this happen?" He ignored Elizabeth's anger. There was a thought flickering in his mind, but he immediately shut it down. No way it was her.
He'd believe a murderer donated her corneas out of goodwill before he'd believe this cold-hearted woman would do something selfless.
"It just happened out of nowhere," Scarlett said lightly. "No idea if it'll get better this time."
Her words hit him with a memory from three years ago-she came back from her parents' graves and lost her vision that same night. The doctor had said it was from crying too much, stress-related temporary blindness.
If it happened once, maybe this time wasn't so far-fetched either.
Elizabeth was getting nervous. Was this ridiculous story actually working on him?
Unexpectedly, Ethan let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Finally, some cosmic justice."
"I thought someone like you would live to a hundred out of spite. Guess karma finally showed up."
"You bastard... are you even human?" Elizabeth was fuming, ready to explode, but Scarlett grabbed her hand tightly.
"Miss Grant, this is my home. Please leave. Security, get her out of here."
"Scarlett, I'm going. Call me if anything happens. If this jerk touches you, I'll come back with a bat," Elizabeth said through gritted teeth, holding her hand tightly.
After she left, Scarlett began groping her way forward slowly, her feet shuffling across the floor.
She'd lived in this house for 13 years, but now, surrounded by darkness, she couldn't tell where anything was. Bedrooms, living room-everything felt unfamiliar for the first time.
Something caught her foot and she went down hard, landing flat on the floor.
Then a sugar-coated female voice chimed in from behind: "Ethan, your wife just fell. Should I help her up?"
A woman? In the house? He never brought anyone home. Who was she?
The man's voice came next, cold and careless. "Since when do you care so much?"
"If she dies from the fall, great. Once she's gone, you'll be Mrs. Johnson." He pulled the woman trying to stand back onto him, tilting her chin up flirtatiously.
"I... I don't want to be Mrs. Johnson!" she protested, but her smile said otherwise, ducking her head shyly.
"Really? Your body's way more honest than your mouth."
"Stop it... Ethan, stop... someone's still here..."
"Relax. She's blind. She can't see a thing." He rolled on top of the woman, making her giggle breathlessly.
Lying sprawled on the floor, Scarlett felt like all the warmth had drained from her body. She didn't even have the will to get up.
All she wanted now was to run. Run from this cold, unfamiliar house. Run from the voices behind her...
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