You Owe Me Forever

Chapter 9 Even Blind, I See Right Through You

　　Back at home, Ethan shoved Scarlett onto the bed, aggressively tugging at her clothes.

　　"Ethan, what are you doing? Stop it!" Scarlett, unable to see, could only fumble around, trying to push him away.

　　"You can't even keep your legs closed, huh?"

　　"Well, since you're so desperate, let me help you out," he snapped, yanking off his tie.

　　"No, it's not like that-it was just an accident... I tripped... ah-"

　　Her scream pierced the room as he pulled her pants down.

　　"Please, stop... just let me explain..."

　　But Ethan didn't care. He didn't listen-just forced his way into her, like none of her words mattered.

　　In the end, Scarlett gave up trying to explain.

　　Because if in his eyes, she was nothing but a heartless, promiscuous woman, then no amount of talking would change that.

　　That night, Ethan used her like she was just a vent for his rage-over and over again.

　　When Scarlett woke up again, it was already midday. She spent the rest of the day zoning out in the room.

　　It wasn't until Marry came to call her for lunch that Scarlett dragged her exhausted body to the dining room.

　　"Mrs. Johnson, come try the dishes I made. These are all Mr. Johnson's favorites. I'm sure you'll like them too!" a sweet voice piped up beside her.

　　"Marry, why is she here?"

　　Marry looked awkward and hesitated before answering, "Sir... he asked her to stay here."

　　Then Harper spoke up like she owned the place, "Marry, you can go. I'm not that spoiled. I prefer eating without someone hovering beside me."

　　"Uh..." Marry glanced at Scarlett, hesitant for a second, then quietly left for the kitchen.

　　Everyone at the Johnson house knew Scarlett wasn't favored. Harper was likely to be the next lady of the house, so siding with her just made sense.

　　Scarlett didn't say anything about Marry leaving. She wasn't the type to make a fuss, and never liked fighting over things anyway. Stuff like mistresses trying to take over? She couldn't care less. Ignoring them was sometimes the best comeback.

　　Harper gazed at Scarlett's calm, detached demeanor, her eyes flashing with venom-because the more composed Scarlett looked, the more Harper felt the need to outshine her.

　　"Don't get me wrong, Mrs. Johnson. My family's just going through a rough patch, and I've got nowhere else to stay. Mr. Johnson kindly let me crash here for a while."

　　"And with your eyesight... I can help take care of you while I'm here!"

　　Harper reached over, acting all friendly, trying to support her.

　　Scarlett, however, gently pulled her hand away. "Thanks, but I can manage."

　　"Well, alright. Just be careful-there's a chair right in front of you. Take it slow," Harper said smoothly, even as she subtly stuck out her foot to trip her.

　　Scarlett stumbled and fell forward.

　　Harper gasped, fake-concerned. "Oh no! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? Here, let me help you up."

　　"You did that on purpose," Scarlett's voice was cold, laced with anger.

　　"Huh? I... I don't get what you're saying."

　　Following the direction of her voice, Scarlett turned her expressionless eyes toward Harper. "Miss Carter, can I know your full name?"

　　"Hm? I'm Harper Carter. You didn't know that?"

　　"Oh... Harper. Cute name. Sounds familiar."

　　It's Harper Carter, not whatever you just said." she corrected, a little sharper.

　　Scarlett smiled lightly, her tone calm - almost kind. "Funny - I was just explaining the difference between a fake sweetheart and a manipulative snake in disguise. You know, the kind that acts all innocent and kind, but underneath? Cold, calculating, vicious. Sound familiar?"