What A Mess

Winona was on the phone. She lowered her voice, but could not hide her arrogance. "So what if I claimed the credit for saving him? She's lost her memory and doesn't remember what happened back then. So what if my leukemia is fake? Cameron believes it."

I stopped.

"It's a pity that the fire didn't kill her. That old geezer relented after all. If we had locked her in there from the start, she wouldn't have been able to get out."

I pushed the door open.

Winona turned around and saw me. Her phone almost dropped to the ground.

"Are you not afraid that I'll tell Cameron?" The moment I opened the door, Winona visibly froze.

"You heard everything? That's fine." She quickly regained her composure and smiled smugly. "How are you going to tell Cameron? You don't remember anything. Do you remember the details? What clothes was he wearing that day? Which month and day was it? Where did the accident happen?"

I clenched my hands silently.

"I'm not afraid of you knowing more either! Do you know how I became a designer?" Winona slowly approached me, her voice soft yet vicious.

"Cameron gave me those design drafts. Those works you're so proud of actually bear my name."

These betrayals broke my heart, making it hard to breathe. I felt a faint throbbing in my belly, my baby reminding me not to be upset.

"The baby you're carrying..." Winona's gaze fell on my swollen belly, her tone smug. "You think it's the fruit of your love? It's just to donate bone marrow to me..."

I interrupted sharply, "Enough! You don't need to deliberately provoke me. You're just saying all these things to make me leave."

I stared at her with a sneer. "I can leave. Give me ten million dollars and the villa my mother left behind. Have Cameron sign this divorce agreement and I'll leave after that."

Winona froze, and wild joy immediately filled her face, which she quickly suppressed. "What are you playing at?"

I crossed my arms and looked at her. "Ten million dollars in the bank, the villa transferred to my name, and I'll disappear immediately."

"Are you serious?" Winona was in disbelief.

I took out the divorce agreement I had prepared beforehand from my bag.

Winona took it and excitedly flipped through it.

"The money first," I added.

A few minutes later, my phone rang. It was a bank transfer notification: ten million dollars.

The next second, hurried footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.

Before I could react, Winona slammed into the table. "Hazel, ah..."

Cameron rushed in and pulled her into his arms. "I kept calling you, but no one answered. I thought something had happened. I rushed over, and the first thing you did when you woke up was bully Winona! She didn't cause the fire on purpose! Why are you taking it out on her?"

Cameron's accusations sent chills down my spine.

I suddenly realized that a year ago, Cameron was the one who said, "Don't be afraid. I'll always love you. I'll deal with that bully, Winona!"

Now, he had complete trust in her.

"I didn't push her. She framed me on purpose!" I trembled with anger.

I had told Cameron that Winona often framed me when we were little, and my father would punish me. Cameron had held me tenderly and said he would trust me unconditionally from then on.

However, things had unexpectedly turned out like this.

"Yes, I accidentally fell. It's not Hazel..." Winona seemed to be defending me, but her red, tear-filled eyes told me she was just putting on an innocent act; anyone would believe her, but not me!

"She has leukemia; one wound could kill her!" Cameron was furious as he pointed to the wound on her hand. "You should really reflect on yourself!"

Then he carried her to the emergency room.

I wiped away my tears and went home, thinking, 'Cameron, will you regret your attitude toward me today when you find out Winona wasn't your savior?'