Long-Lost Daughter Vs. Unborn 'Heir Novel

Chapter 7 They Would Pay for This He sounded so sure of himself that the doctor didn't press further. After he left, Ryan walked over, face grim. He looked down at me from above the bed. "Livia, you're not a child anymore. You should know there are things you just can't say. "Chloe is your future sister-in-law. She will be part of this family. What you should be doing is keeping peace, not stirring up trouble. to get back at someone. "Look at yourself. Do you really think anyone would believe you right now? You can't even leave this room, let alone call the police.

"I'm letting this slide, for now. But if you say anything crazy again, don't blame me for what happens." He grabbed Chloe's hand and left without looking back. I lay there, watching him go. My chest tightened like something heavy was crushing it. That was the moment I knew. I didn't have a brother anymore. Ryan refused to give me a phone. He planned to keep me locked in this hospital room, cut off from the outside world. No cops. No calls to Mom or Dad. But I wasn't going to stay quiet. I would make sure they all paid-Ryan and Chloe both. I told the nurse I wanted to draw.

Said it helped me pass the time. She brought me some paper and pencils. Later, when the doctor came to check on me, I slipped a note into his palm. It had my parents' number. Ryan had hired people to watch me day and night. This was the only way I could reach out for help. The doctor met my eyes for a moment. His pupils narrowed. Then he calmly curled his fingers around the paper and acted like nothing happened. Only after he left did I finally breathe. Even that small move had left my back drenched in sweat. I was still a mess. My injuries hadn't healed. My face burned every night.

I couldn't sleep. I couldn't even look in the mirror without getting sick. The girl I saw in there gave me nightmares. And every time I saw her, I hated Chloe and Ryan even more. They weren't just people who hurt me. They were my enemies. 1/2 And they would pay for this. The next morning, I finally drifted off after staying awake all night. I was barely asleep when I heard a voice-soft, stunned, shaking. "Livia... oh my god, is it really you? What happened?" I opened my eyes and saw my parents rushing in, faces pale and full of fear.

They must have booked the first flight back, traveling overnight just to get here. Seeing them, after everything, I broke down and cried. My mom cried harder. Her eyes landed on my injuries and widened in horror. She looked like she might pass out. "What happened to you? I was only gone for ten days. What happened to your leg? And your face... oh baby, what did they do to you... "You're going to be the death of me..." I had always been sickly, and my mom treated me like I was made of glass. Now, her precious daughter was lying in a hospital bed, wrapped in bandages and bruises.

Just one look was enough to show how bad it had been. My dad, Charles Hartwell, stood frozen, red-eyed with rage. He stared at my injuries for a long time before slowly placing his hand on my head. Then he asked in a low, steady voice. 'Livia. Tell me. Who did this to you? "Who the hell thought they could lay a hand on my daughter?" was about to answer, tears running down my face. But the door burst open. Ryan and Chloe walked in. The moment Ryan saw our parents, his pupils shrank. He rushed forward, trying to block their view. "Mom, Dad! You're here?

I was going to tell you everything once Livia felt a little better. "She did this to herself. I already fired the entire staff because of it. "It looks worse than it is. Just some surface wounds. She'll be fine in a couple days. You don't need to worry too much. "You must be exhausted from the flight. How about we head home first? You can rest and come back to see her later."