In a rundown part of the city, inside a tiny rental room of less than a hundred square feet.
The air was thick with the nauseating smell of stale instant noodles and garbage.
Lilian huddled in a corner, her hair a mess, her eyes vacant as she stared at the small, static-filled television.
She was still wearing the dirty, wrinkled hospital gown she had stolen.
She had long gone numb to the sharp pain from her broken bones.
Although surgery would allow her to walk again, the mental torture was far worse than any physical pain.
Kicked out of the Hart family, abandoned by Ethan, sent to a psychiatric hospital…
Overnight, she had gone from a celebrated princess to a pariah everyone despised.
*Buzz buzz—*
The phone lying at the foot of the bed suddenly vibrated.
It was an unknown number.
Lilian numbly swiped to answer, not even bothering to look at the caller ID.
From the other end came a cold, disgusted voice she would never forget for the rest of her life.
It was Ethan.
“Lilian, you just don’t go away, do you?”
Lilian wanted to hang up, but her fingers wouldn’t obey.
She craved the sound of his voice, even if every word he spoke was like a knife.
She heard Ethan sneer on the other end.
“Did you know? Your dear brothers went to see Grace today.”
“They knelt before her, crying and begging, offering her one hundred percent of the shares of the entire Hart Group.”
“Isn’t that hilarious?”
“They threw you out like trash, yet they took your things, the Hart family’s things, everything that was ours, and served it up to that bitch!”
Ethan’s words felt like boiling water being poured over Lilian’s heart.
How could they!
The Hart Group was hers!
Who the hell was Grace? A jinx! A nobody!

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