Shawn sighed. "Zack," he said exasperatedly. "I am starting to regret having Harper treat Wendy." In his eyes were hopelessness and extreme sadness. "If I only knew that the dispute between would be this heated, I would have conceded and let Wendy die than implicate Harper."
"Stop thinking that," Zack said, trying his hardest to sound comforting. "Everyone knows that Lord Travis and Lady Hannah are reasonable people. And besides, Lady Wendy is not stupid. You should have known that out of all people." Zack had met Wendy before and his first impression of her was that she was an extremely smart and resilient woman. At that time, he thought that, perhaps, the poor health she was born with taught her to always restrain herself, physically and emotionally. Feeling that there might be something amiss with Wendy's condition, he told Shawn, "You know what? Let's have a look at her together.
In Marquis Travis's mansion, Travis and Hannah stood outside Wendy's room with their breaths bated. The sounds of things smashing and breaking continued to emanate from inside the room.
"Wendy," Hannah lovingly called out. "Please, open the door. Let's talk first. We can explain what happened. Just open the door." "That’s right, Wendy," Travis interjected, his tone pleading. "We can explain everything. We can talk this through!"
Wendy let out a high-pitched scream. "You can’t say anything to me that would make me feel better!" she howled. "I have such an ugly scar on my body! How will I be able to live with this monstrosity!" What followed was the sound of multiple vases breaking. A horrified gasp escaped Hannah’s mouth as she never thought her daughter would be capable of doing such things.
Travis, on the other hand, seemed to be fed up with all the pleading they were doing. With a stern look on his face, he said, "Wendy, having such a scar is not a big deal. Having this kind of reaction is unwarranted and very unbecoming. Please be reasonable and stop acting like this! Open the door!"
"I would rather die than live with this!" Wendy shouted back, her cries intensifying.
"You’d really rather die than live with that scar?" a voice suddenly asked. "Pathetic." Travis and Hannah turned around at the same time. Harper was standing right behind them, her face devoid of any kind of emotion.
"Your Highness," Physician Gore suddenly said, looking as if he had just seen his personal savior. "I just want to remind you that if Lady Wendy's condition becomes worse, she did it to herself. It won’t have anything to do with my skills."
"I understand," Harper replied dismissively. As she advanced towards Wendy’s room, Travis and Hannah subconsciously stepped aside to make way for her. Harper repeated the question she asked moments ago the moment she reached the door of Wendy’s room: "Wendy Shen, do you really want to die instead of living with that scar?"
Upon hearing Harper's voice, Wendy became even more livid. One by one, she threw the teacups on her table at the door and shouted, "Go away, you! I don't want to see you! I never want to see you ever again!"
Harper didn’t flinch one bit despite Wendy’s revolting attitude. "Wendy Shen, tell me: do you really want to die?" she asked once again in a cold, unfeeling voice.
Wendy was so furious that she began to feel her heart rate skyrocket. The long scar on her chest looked like a caterpillar crawling on her, and whenever she saw it, she felt extremely nauseous. "Yes!" she shrieked. "I want to die! I don't want to live with these disgusting things on my chest!"
Harper did not answer. Instead, a chuckle escaped her lips. Then, without any kind of warning, she pushed Wendy into the pond. This scared Hannah so much that she promptly fainted. Luckily, Travis caught her before she hit the ground and hurt herself.
In contrast to the petrified gasps from the people who witnessed what just happened, Harper's face was ever so calm and eerily indifferent. "If you really want to die, Wendy Shen, I'm here to help you. I won't let you ruin the reputation I have tirelessly built up through the years," she said loudly, as if she was intending to be heard by everyone. "You know what's sad? If I had known that you want to die, I wouldn't have spent so much time and energy to save you. I would have just given you a poison, so you can die without pain. But that's too late now, I guess."
In actuality, Wendy didn't want to die. She just acted like this just because she hated her ugly scar—she was scared that it would make her a less attractive woman. But when she faced death, she trembled with fear. As she tried to keep her head above water, she felt her heart tremble, and her body fighting to survive.
"Help me!" she shouted as water started filling her lungs. Wendy still wanted to live, so she was struggling. 'I have sacrificed a lot to be where I am right now. I will not die this way!' she thought. "Help me! Anyone! I don't want to die yet!"
While Harper's eyes were still cold and piercing, she immediately waved her hand and gestured to her people to save Wendy. Four men immediately came forward, pulled Wendy out of the water, and carefully laid her on the ground by the pond. Wendy immediately began coughing violently and heaving in an effort to dispel the huge amount of water she had taken in.
Hannah wanted to approach Wendy to comfort her and make sure she was okay, but once again, she was stopped by Travis. They had taken good care of Wendy since she was a child and they both knew how extremely self-willed and stubborn she was. Although she had the ability to restrain herself in ways a normal person couldn't, it was only her illness that forced her to do so.
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