She Cut in Line, I Cut Him Off

I struggled with all my might, but I had already lost too much blood—my body barely had any strength left.

Ethan looked down at me from above, a half-smirk playing on his lips.

“Chloe wants to use you for practice. You should feel honored. Don’t be ungrateful when someone gives you face.”

As he spoke, Chloe emerged wearing a tight-fitting nurse’s uniform. The sight of her actually made Ethan pause, his eyes fixed on her.

She casually grabbed a few needles from the medical cart—used ones, still smeared with other patients’ blood, completely unsterilized.

Holding the needles up, she waved them left and right in front of my face.

“It’s just like sewing, right?” she said playfully.

Then, with a faux-innocent pout, she looked up at Ethan. “But I’m really clumsy… What if I mess up and ruin her hand?”

Ethan didn’t even flinch. He waved his hand dismissively. “Then ruin it. We’ll give her a hundred thousand dollars as compensation and send her on her way.”

“A hundred thousand?” I couldn’t help but shout, my voice trembling with fury. “Do you have any idea what this hand is worth? It’s worth far more than that!”

Before I could finish, Ethan’s palm whipped across my face in a sharp, echoing slap.

“So this is the real you, Ivy? All that fake humility was just a show for the money! You got close to me just for money, didn’t you? A hundred thousand isn’t enough? Fine—three hundred thousand! Here in Dominia, there’s nothing I can’t afford!”

Ethan’s voice dripped with arrogance.

Chloe smugly waved her hand, giving orders like a queen, “Tie her to the bed. And gag her—shove some cloth in her mouth. If she screams and scares me, I might be emotionally traumatized.”

Within minutes, I was tightly strapped to the emergency bed, completely immobilized.

Chloe stepped up to me, her face twisting into something almost demonic.

She pressed down hard on my injured arm, clutching one of those filthy, bloodied silver needles—and without hesitation, stabbed it deep into the edge of my wound.

The pain was so intense that I slammed my head against the bed frame, desperate to escape it.

Chloe giggled cruelly. “This country bumpkin’s skin is so damn thick. It took me a lot of force to get that in.”

I struggled and managed to spit out the cloth shoved in my mouth. “My wound is already infected! What you’re doing is assault—intentional injury!”

But the moment the words left my mouth, she drove the needle in even deeper.

“I’m a dignified heiress of the Sharp Family, personally stitching you up. You should be grateful—but instead you’re insulting me? Ungrateful little thing!”

The searing agony turned everything around me black and I was barely clinging to consciousness.

Ethan looked visibly annoyed, like he was bored with the scene. “Oh, give it a rest. It’s just a couple of stitches. Don’t act like you’re dying. That three hundred thousand I’m giving you is more than enough for the rest of your pathetic life.”

Just as Chloe was about to strike again, I gathered every last ounce of strength in my body and shouted, "Ethan! If any of you lay another finger on me, the entire Sharp Family is finished!"

No sooner had the words left my mouth than he sneered, grabbing the cloth and stuffing it back into my mouth with a mocking laugh.

"In Dominia, there’s nothing the Sharp Family doesn’t dare to do. I don’t care if the King of Heaven himself shows up today—you’re paying the price for what you did to Chloe!"

But the next moment...

A thunderous roar echoed through the night sky. Outside the hospital, a convoy of armored vehicles screeched to a halt, engines rumbling like thunder.

A troop of people in military-green uniforms stormed the building, swiftly surrounding Ethan and Chloe.

"What an arrogant family the Sharp Family must be!" a commanding voice boomed.