I Sold My Heart To Forget Them—Now They Beg Me To Remember novel Chapter 66

Chapter 11

On the morning of Isabella’s birthday, Benjamin called to deliver a warning “If you don’t come to apologize to Isabel today, don’t ever bother returning to the Sinclair family again.”

He seemed to have forgotten–I hadn’t set foot in that so–called home for three years.

But I went anyway.

When Nathaniel saw me preparing to leave, his hand instinctively moved to grip the handles of my wheelchair–just he always had.

time, I didn’t react. I simply stared at him in silence.

ng my gaze, his fing

osened their hold.

new bodygua

From the mo

he car pulled away, I didn’t speak a sing

him.

He stood

car disappear into the distance.

Benja

dis

by my arrival. His lips curled into

Burned away to greet other guests

is mistress–turned–wife Victoria a ir guests.

too, arriving just before the mpeccably, his gaze softer

oss the room.

abella, the four of them playing the perfect

Hawthorne family’s extravagant gift was gerously close to tenderness as he watched Isabella

a single glance.

ph, Isabell

ture gown–had my caretaker and bodyguard discreetly purred, eyes glittering with malice. That was from the

ad the one thing I’d never taken from her–his undivided

ag it up.” I said flatly. “Some things aren’t meant to be worshipped.

ged on the steak knife beside us. A slow, vicious smile spread across her

watched, deta

“Ah! Emily, what are you–how could you attack me just because you’re jealous?

The knife clattered at my feet. A thin red line marred her palm.

Every head in the room swiveled toward us.

Richard Benjamin.

Nathaniel

Victoria lunged forward, cradling Isabella’s hand as tears sprang to her eyes–yet somehow still managing to st look of fearful reproach, as if I were the tyrant terrorizing her.

The

Murmurs of pity rippled through the room for the poor, helpless mother and daughter at Sinclair heiress.

eap tricks. The same pathetic acting. And yet, every time, they believed her.

know you despise me, but Isabella is innocent. How can you keep hurting her like this? Or do you truly n wthorne heir’s wrath?”

nily, Richard thundered, face purple with fury. “I’ve tolerated your behavior long enough! Apologize to Isabella r Il disown you!”

Benjamin’s hands shook w

mily, have you forgotten my warning? Bring the punishment cane.”

Whispers swarmed arou

And Nathaniel?

res.

He just stood

What’s th

andin

r me to reap what I’d sown.

ping my gaze over each of them–Isabella, Victoria, Richard. Benjamin–befon dead yet?”

for the bloodied knife.

t even grip it properly.

NEWS finally registered the obvious. “Wait… didn’t they say Mr. Hawthorne shattered her

hold a knife?”

Storia jumped in. “Emily, stop

is swelled–until my c

asantly. I’m

The sheer audacity of my agreement left them momentarily speechles

Ignoring their stunned faces, I instructed my caretaker to strap the knife to my right palm.

Then-

1 drove it straight through my left hand

Blood sprayed. The crowd recoiled

Fresh crimson bloomed across my bandages as my right wounds split open anew.

“Is this enough?”

The message was clear–1 was incapable of harming anyone.

Dead silence.

Richard and Penjamin looked like they’d been struck.

Nathaniel took an aborted step forward–only to freeze when my icy stare pinned him in place.

“Emily’s hands are mutilated, someone muttered. “If she wanted to hurt Isabella, she wouldn’t have left a scratch”

‘She’s insane–”

“Wouldn’t you be, with a family like that?”

“She’s just scared of Mr. Hawthorne’s retaliation!”

Turning to Nathaniel, I smiled. “Happy now?”

His face went ashen.

Something sharp and needle–thin lanced through my chest–but the pain was dull, distant.

His lips parted.

No words came.

Chapter 11