Harrison's expression finally changed.
"Scarlett, what the hell are you doing?"
But Scarlett ignored him. She drove the scissors into her thigh again and again. Her pristine white dress was soaked in crimson within seconds.
Harrison stood frozen.
Did she despise his touch so much that she would rather hurt herself than give in?
The thought sent an unfamiliar frustration surging through his chest.
"Scarlett Yeager!"
With a furious growl, he grabbed her wrist. The scissors clattered to the floor, and the sharp sting of pain cut through the haze in Scarlett's mind.
At that moment, applause erupted from downstairs. The guests were waiting for her birthday speech.
Biting down against the agony, Scarlett shoved Harrison aside and descended the stairs.
Seeing her covered in blood, the crowd gasped in shock.
But Scarlett's expression remained unchanged. She lifted her chin.
Blood soaked her dress, staining it like a rose blooming in the snow. Raising her glass, she smiled at the crowd. "Wishing myself a happy 29th birthday!"
And with that, she collapsed.
Amid the panicked shouts, Harrison lunged forward and caught her.
…
Scarlett was unconscious for an entire day and night.
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