Chapter 4

"You look at Mrs. Frost, she's not even as pretty as a nanny. No wonder Mr. Carlisle doesn't like her!"

"Exactly! Look at young Master Xavion. He's inherited all of Mr. Carlisle's best features, doesn't look a bit like Mrs. Frost."

"I think young Master Xavion actually looks quite a lot like Vivienne."

I pushed Vivienne's hand away, the soreness in my legs was unbearable. I just wanted to rest.

I spoke coldly, "Vivienne, move aside."

Vivienne suddenly leaned in close, saying with intrigue, "Seraphina, tell me, if we both rolled down these stairs, who do you think Dashiell would come to save?"

I frowned at Vivienne's crazed expression. As I tried to push her away, she forcefully grabbed my clothes and we tumbled down the stairs together.

"Ah! Dashiell, help me!"

"Mrs. Frost, Xavion will always be your son. How could I ever compete with you?"

As we rolled, Vivienne let out a heart-wrenching scream. Amidst her forceful shoving, my arm slammed against the floor.A sharp crack echoed through the air as my arm snapped, hanging limp and useless at my side.

Large beads of sweat dripped from my forehead as the bone in my arm shifted out of place, the pain so intense I couldn't even scream.

I watched as Dashiell rushed frantically towards Vivienne, his eyes not sparing me even a glance.

"Seraphina, you've gone too far!"

Dashiell tossed the words over his shoulder as he scooped up Vivienne and quickly sped away in the car.

I blacked out, and when I came to, I was still lying on the ground. Night had fallen.

Fighting through the pain, I gathered all my identification documents. I'd decided to accept my best friend's invitation to join her abroad.

She had opened a bubble tea shop there that was doing quite well, and I could help her manage the business.

My friend was planning to return to the States in the next couple of days. She would come to Carlisle Manor to pick me up.

I looked forward to the start of my new life.

Carlisle Manor had become nothing short of hell for me.

As I left Carlisle Manor, I could hear my mother-in-law's voice on the phone in the living room.Seraphina's tough as nails, she'll be fine. Don't worry, Tiancheng. I'll take good care of Xavion!"

"Tiancheng, make sure to look after Vivienne. She's delicate, don't let her catch a chill."

The caring tone in my mother-in-law's voice was a gentleness I'd never heard before. I couldn't understand what I'd done to offend their entire family, to make them humiliate me like this.

The wound on my arm was still bleeding. I let out a bitter laugh. I had actually been lying on the ground for a full day and night.

Not a single person came to help me up.

Even worse, no one cared about me.

I walked out of Carlisle Manor and went to a clinic to treat my wound.

The TV at the entrance was broadcasting news that Dashiell, the eldest son of Carlisle Manor, had flown by helicopter to the neighboring state to save his sweetheart. This incident had caused quite a stir among netizens.

They were calling Dashiell's wife the luckiest woman in the world.

I looked at my arm where the bone was exposed, letting the doctor sprinkle some Neosporin on my wound before bandaging it up.

I grimaced in pain. After a while, I finally recovered enough to leave the clinic, only to be met by a group of men in black suits walking towards me.They stuffed me into a sack as I screamed and begged for help, then knocked me unconscious with a club.

When I came to, my whole body ached. Beside me stood Vivienne, fully dressed. We were at the edge of a cliff.

Fighting through the pain, I asked, "Vivienne, what are you trying to do?"

"Seraphina, how can I become Dashiell's wife if you don't die?"