Blood on the third wish novel

Chapter 5 After my death, a bolt of lightning struck Arthur. Strangely, however, he remained completely unscathed. Only I knew: the curse had been fulfilled. The Hudson family's ruin was now inevitable. The deafening thunder drew the attention of everyone in the Hudson manor. Arthur's mother rushed out, only to find Arthur kneeling beside my lifeless body. After a single, disdainful glance, she averted her eyes. "Dead is dead. It simply clears the way for Emily. She caused the death of the Hudson heir. She got what she deserved. Go check on Emily.

She just lost her child and is absolutely heartbroken." As she spoke, she tried to pull Arthur toward the manor. But Arthur remained motionless, staring blankly at my corpse. "How could she die?" "What?" Having witnessed my last breath himself, a flicker of confusion crossed Arthur's face. But quickly, he convinced himself this was merely another one of my manipulative ploys. "The siren clan is renowned for their physical resilience. They don't die this easily. Sarah must be throwing a tantrum, using some trick to fake her death and run away. No.

This time, I must cure her of these theatrics!" Arthur muttered to my corpse. Just then, Emily approached. He pulled her into his arms and called out coldly, "Sarah, I'm warning you-running away won't work on me. If you crawl back here right now and beg on your knees for Emily's forgiveness, I might just force myself to forgive you!" "Otherwise..." My soul floated in the air, finding the scene before me utterly ridiculous. 0.00% 12:39 froze. He must have remembered. It was the first gift he ever gave me when we started dating. Back then.

Arthur's father had died in an accident, and the family had gone bankrupt. Watching his mother do nothing but wail and weep, Arthur had gritted his teeth and shouldered the burden of restoring the family's fortune. It was the poorest he'd ever been. He saved a month's worth of meal money to buy it. Even now, I remember that cramped, stifling rental apartment. Arthur, his eyes rimmed red, slipping this ring onto my finger. "Sarah, you're all I have left." Later, when Arthur made his comeback, he showered me with countless extravagant gifts, each worth a fortune.

Yet the only one I never took off was this ring. The tiny silver butterfly ring gleamed with a cold, faint light under the moon. Memories of the years we spent supporting each other flooded back to him, and he finally, belatedly, realized that he had wronged Sarah. "Sarah, come back. I promise I'll treat you right this time." But I was already dead. I could never go back. Three days after my death, Arthur's mother furtively shoved a glass of drugged milk into Emily's hands. "Emily, you and Arthur are childhood sweethearts, and I've watched you grow up. I love you like my own daughter.

The baby is gone, so let it be. You two are still young. The most important thing right now is to hurry up and give the Hudsons an heir!" Emily nodded, her face flushed with feigned shyness, and carried a glass of milk into Arthur's room. But less than ten minutes later, a piercing scream rang out from inside. Arthur's face was flushed crimson from the drug, yet his eyes remained terrifyingly cold. He stared down grimly at Emily, who had collapsed on the floor, his gaze stripped of all its former warmth and affection. "You set me up once.

Did you really think you could do it a second time?" "If you hadn't drugged me back then, Sarah and I never would have drifted apart!" 42.34% 12:39 admin