Broken-Winged Angel

The paper knife left a sturdy and deep wound on the wrist, and the blood rushed out from the wound, quickly dyeing the thin clothes on my body. But I don't feel pain at all, maybe it is the reason why the wound in my heart makes me feel more painful.

"Oh, huh..." I thought it was funny to see the red blood flowing out of my body.

"Damn! What are you doing?" Zhao Yuxuan, who was closest to me, first came back. He gripped the top of my wrist with horror and quickly pulled down the tie hanging around his neck, entangled in force. Above my wrist, I want to suppress the artery and reduce the amount of bleeding.

"Don't come close to me..." I refused to take care of the injured wound, and forced him to smear his blood. But the feeling of excessive blood loss made my rejection weak and weak.

"Stop! You will be rude if you move me again." He was violent. "Bo, go drive." He picked me up and rushed toward the door.

Zhao Yibo also quickly recovered, grabbing the car keys on the table and rushing out. The high-performance sports car with good performance quickly took us to a large hospital under the Zhao Group. The medical staff who had been notified waited at the door, and we were quickly pushed into the emergency room as soon as I arrived.

The dizziness caused by excessive blood loss blurred my consciousness. I gradually could not see the scene in front of me, but their complex look in the blood fog was deeply imprinted on my mind.

When I woke up from a coma, I saw a middle-aged woman with good looks sitting at my bed and looking after me.

"Miss, are you awake?!" Seeing me open my eyes, she stood up in surprise.

"Who are you?" I asked weakly.

"I am the servant of Zhao's family. You told me to be a mother. It is the young master who asked me to take care of you." She explained with a smile.

"I have never seen you." Isn’t Zhao’s old butler who passed away not having no other servants?

"I used to be a servant of the Zhao family. I am now retired." She laughed and was not pleased with my doubts.

I think the Zhao brothers must trust her very much. Otherwise, with their suspicious personality, they will not let her look after me at this time. Maybe let her monitor me.

"Miss, you have been coma for more than a day, hungry, want something to eat?" he asked.

"I want to take a break." I shook my head and closed my eyes quietly.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark. Yu Ma was gone. Sitting at my bed was Zhao Yuxuan.

"Are you awake? Is the wound hurting?" He approached me.

I don't want to care about him, I set my eyes on the ceiling.

"Ah..." There was a sudden pain in the wound on my wrist that made me cry. He actually pressed **** my wound.

"It hurts, isn't it?" He removed the hand that was pressed against my wound, looking at me in a dark and dangerous way. "Why didn't you think it hurts when you cut it with a paper cutter?"

I looked at him with hatred.

"Don't have another time! If such a thing happens again, your funerary will be your family in Chiayi." He spit out a gloomy threat from his mouth.

"It doesn't matter, it is good to let our family reunite under the ground." I am not afraid of his threat. I thought a lot during the days when I fled. I finally understood that I don’t have to worry that they are not good for my family. They won’t do this. They know that I am greedy for their money, not for their handsome appearance, not afraid of death. The threat, the only thing that can hold me down is my family. If you hurt them, it is definitely pushing me to the dead end. And they don't want me to die.

"You..." He was glaring at me, but he didn't dare to do anything to me. Maybe my intense behavior made him afraid.

"Oh--" He turned and left my ward in anger, and the door was heavy behind him.

There was only one person left in the ward. A feeling of loneliness and emptiness came to me immediately. I pulled up the bed and covered my head, not like the quietness of this room.

The door opened and the footsteps gradually approached my bed.

I thought that Zhao Yuxuan was back, cheering up, pulling down the sheets and planning to fight against him.

The person who comes in is Yu Ma. At this time, she and her face had no smile. She sat quietly at my bed and stared at me.

"Miss, please don't be like this to the young master. They are very sad." After a moment of silence, she finally spoke.

Are they poor? what about me? I am not pity? They made me like this, and I hope to get comfort from me. Isn’t that ridiculous?

"The young masters love you very much." Seeing the sarcasm in my eyes, she continued to speak good things for them.

"I don't want to be loved by them." I relentlessly rebutted. The way they love people is terrible, and the people they love are too unfortunate - and I am this unfortunate person.

"Little Master, they just don't know how to be the right lover," she sighed. "Maybe something happened before, let them leave the idea that if you want to have something you love, you can only ruin it." ."

"What happened to them before?" I wondered what caused a pair of 16-year-olds to come up with such a terrible and weird conclusion: love it would ruin it.

"When they were young..." Yu Ms.’s lips were combined and closed, but they didn’t finish talking.

The attitude of the mother's desire to speak and the words that she did not want to disclose easily caused my curiosity. What made them such a cruel, suspicious, deceitful and disguised character today?