Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I trembled so hard I could barely breathe. It felt like every spike in my body was twisting inside my heart, too. James had helped me bury those things with his own hands. He’d been so full of remorse back then, promising to honor them properly. And now he was burning them. All of them.

The psychic dropped my daughters’ things into the flames. Blood sprayed from my lips. “James… I hate you. You… you’re going to die screaming.”

Then everything went black.

When I woke again, it was the next day. The pain had faded, replaced by an eerie lightness. The system told me my body had given out faster than expected because of what I’d endured. This was the final surge before death.

I coughed a few times, blood splattering the bed. From the hallway, voices rose. The psychic appeared in my doorway. “Mr. Harrington, Mrs. Harrington is awake.”

Behind him stood several military doctors, their faces grim. One of them held a curved blade.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, my voice sharp with alarm.

James sat on the edge of my bed. His eyes were bloodshot, and for a moment, something almost like remorse flickered across his face as he took in my broken body. “Vicky is still unconscious from the curse you put on her. The psychic says only the blood from the curser’s heart can save her.”

The system’s voice cut through the haze. [Host, please prepare. Physical form has reached critical threshold. Disengaging now.]

My body hit the mattress.

The Psychic pulled out the blade and carried the bowl of blood to James. But he didn’t even make it out the door before the doctors shouted in panic.

“Sir! Mrs. Harrington has stopped breathing!”