My Husband Bought a Villa for His Secretary's Dog

Ava, as if to avenge Eric, picked up the broken pieces of the coffee cup on the ground and lunged towards me.

"I'll make you feel the same pain as Eric!" she exclaimed.

As I saw the sharp shard about to touch my skin, I realized the danger and quickly stepped back.

But unexpectedly, she continued to swing it toward me viciously.

She lost her balance and nearly stumbled, and the shard she held happened to land on my calf, slicing through the skin and causing blood to flow out instantly.

My face turned pale.

I desperately tried to cover the bleeding spot with my hand, but I realized that the blood was only increasing, and I couldn't stop it no matter what.

Suddenly, I remembered what the doctor had warned me.

"You must not have any wounds. One of the complications of your rare disease is a clotting disorder. If the bleeding can't be stopped, it could be life-threatening."

I hastily grabbed tissues from the table and pressed them firmly onto the wound on my calf.

However, within moments, the fresh blood quickly soaked through the tissues, turning them a deep shade of red.

"Ouch!"

Ava, standing by the side, exaggeratedly cradled her finger and squeezed out a few tears.

"Eric, my hand is bleeding, what should I do?"

Eric immediately showed deep concern and scooped her up in his arms.

"Don't worry, Ava.

I'll take you to the hospital right now!"

As Eric tried to pass by me, I strained to grab his trousers.

"Eric, please call an ambulance for me.

If the bleeding doesn't stop, I'll die."

Eric halted in his tracks, turned around, and looked at me coldly.

"Seraphina, are you done yet?

It's just a cut that caused a bit of bleeding. Do you have to resort to cursing yourself to death?

Don't think that playing these tricks will make me agree to divorce you. It's just a dream!"