Chapter 330

Rebecca ignored her. However, she came towards me with a thundering expression. “You hit me

because I hurt your feelings? Then, let me ask this. Do you really think that Ash cared about you during

your pregnancy? All because he gave you those prenatal vitamins? Well, those vitamins can cause

birth defects. You must be extremely stupid. Your baby obviously looked deformed in the ultrasound

scan. Yet, you still continued to take those vitamins.”

My eyebrows crumpled together. Narrowing my eyes at her, I asked, “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” Rebecca scoffed. “I’m saying that the child in your stomach deserved to die. It was

not wanted by anyone. If you don’t believe me, go check the leftover vitamins you have. Just because

Ash is biased to you now, doesn’t mean he cares about you. He’s only being nice to you because he

feels remorseful! It’s because he’s plagued by a guilty conscience.”

As my face paled to a ghostly white, a brazen smile slit across her face. She sniggered, “You deserved

it. Your child too. It deserved to die, he didn’t deserve to be born into this world.”

This awoke the negative emotions in me that I had previously suppressed. Those awful emotions

clamored inside me, their screeches clawed at my throat.

I raised my hand. She responded immediately by blocking my arm. A sneer came from her, “Oh?

Trying to hit me again? Do you take me for a fool, thinking that I’d let you hit me twice?”

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. I looked at her grimly as I spoke in a lowered voice, “No. That’s not

enough to punish someone like you. A slap from me would be considered letting you off easy.”

I paced towards her one step at a time. My gaze locked onto a fruit knife nearby before flicking back to

Rebecca, who was still sneering. “I thought I could live with a troublesome person like you and just put

up with your nonsense. Unfortunately, it’s clear to me now. You are not only a troublemaker but also

plain loathsome! Since that’s the case, why don’t you just die!”

As the words left my mouth, I immediately lunged for the fruit knife and stabbed her with it. My actions

were quick, without a trace of hesitation.

“Scarlett!” The shouting voice didn’t belong to Rebecca, nor was it from Mrs. Eriksen, whose knees had

given in from fear—it was Ashton’s.

Right then and there, I fell into a momentary daze. By the time I came to, I had already pushed the

knife too far, sinking it deep into Rebecca’s abdomen.

Then, a warm vermillion liquid oozed into my hands. It dripped onto the ground, tipping and

tapping away. Everything stained a hideous red—my hands, her stomach and the floor. It was all

stained in Rebecca’s blood.

Rebecca’s eyes enlarged incredulously, her jaw dropped and her lips trembled, unable to utter a single

word.

Almost instantly, Ashton rushed in. He shoved me aside and hurried to support Rebecca, who was

about to fall to the floor.

Do you see? Another coincidence. It’s as if everything had been pre-planned and scripted. My sudden

desire to kill her, Ashton’s precisely timed heroic rescue, and how he came in right when I stabbed

Rebecca. It all made me the villain in this story.

A pool of red slithered down Rebecca’s thighs, and the knife was still in her stomach.

Ashton’s arms coiled securely around her before carrying her up. He stared down a frazzled Mrs.

Eriksen and ordered in a deep voice, “Call the hospital immediately!”

I felt myself dissociating as I watched them move like panicked ants. And, truly, none of it frightened

me. In fact, my thoughts were surer than ever—Rebecca must die. Only when she was dead will my life

be cleansed of all the pain and suffering.

Ashton held Rebecca tightly in his arms. Those cold, piercing eyes of his struck straight into me again.

His lips pursed tightly as all emotion drained from his face.

Our frightfully cold gazes met. His eyes stabbed me as if they were sharpened icicles, while mine

howled like an ice storm at him.

Something tickled at the back of my throat. I felt like laughing loudly, but nothing came, not even a

chuckle. My grinning lips parted slightly as I felt no fear. Instead, I felt joy filling up my chest like the air I

inhaled.

He watched me. His handsome face had frozen over with hints of anger, blame, and indifference.

There was not a trail of warmth left.

Seeing his stone-cold gaze, it felt like a pair of arms had plunged into my chest. They moved slowly yet

haphazardly, sinking inwards. The pain made it unbearable for me to breathe.

Something sharp stung my chest as I took in a breath. Watching him carry Rebecca out of the villa, my

legs gave way and gravity pulled me down.

“Letty!” Mrs. Eriksen exclaimed, extending a supportive arm around me. Distress flashed onto her face.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get through this. Everything will turn out fine.”

My head shook in response. I wasn’t worried at all about Rebecca, it was Ashton who unnerved me.

Rebecca was right. I will never get the truthful, genuine kind of concern that Ashton had for Rebecca

because he only had space for her.

He would never move on from her, never.

I pressed hard against my chest, hoping to suppress the pain. Turning to face the woman next to me, I

croaked, “Mrs. Eriksen, it hurts so much!”

She held me firmly, lifting me up and guiding me over to the sofa.

Ambulance sirens blared outside the villa. The harsh sound shot at high speed and it ricocheted around

the walls, breaking the villa’s initial peace and quiet.

Once the sirens grew distant, Sally entered the room in her nightgown. Her eyes roamed from my

sullen face, down to my bloodied hands.

With a sharp inhale, Sally’s voice shrilled with blame. “Even if you hate her that much, it doesn’t mean

you can blatantly assault her like that. An eye for an eye, Scarlett. The Moore family won’t let you off

the hook so easily.”

My lips tightened. I felt my emotions slowly stabilizing as I sat in silence.

Ashton loves Rebecca. All those years of companionship and care for her, there was no way he could

ever pick up and move on from that easily. He hid it so well just like how he hid the remorse for harming

my child and turned it into an obligated, false love for me. He transferred the kindness he has for

Rebecca onto me…

Rebecca ignored her. However, she came towards me with a thundering expression. “You hit me

because I hurt your feelings? Then, let me ask this. Do you really think that Ash cared about you during

your pregnancy? All because he gave you those prenatal vitamins? Well, those vitamins can cause

birth defects. You must be extremely stupid. Your baby obviously looked deformed in the ultrasound

scan. Yet, you still continued to take those vitamins.”

My eyebrows crumpled together. Narrowing my eyes at her, I asked, “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” Rebecca scoffed. “I’m saying that the child in your stomach deserved to die. It was

not wanted by anyone. If you don’t believe me, go check the leftover vitamins you have. Just because

Ash is biased to you now, doesn’t mean he cares about you. He’s only being nice to you because he

feels remorseful! It’s because he’s plagued by a guilty conscience.”

As my face paled to a ghostly white, a brazen smile slit across her face. She sniggered, “You deserved

it. Your child too. It deserved to die, he didn’t deserve to be born into this world.”

This awoke the negative emotions in me that I had previously suppressed. Those awful emotions

clamored inside me, their screeches clawed at my throat.

I raised my hand. She responded immediately by blocking my arm. A sneer came from her, “Oh?

Trying to hit me again? Do you take me for a fool, thinking that I’d let you hit me twice?”

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. I looked at her grimly as I spoke in a lowered voice, “No. That’s not

enough to punish someone like you. A slap from me would be considered letting you off easy.”

I paced towards her one step at a time. My gaze locked onto a fruit knife nearby before flicking back to

Rebecca, who was still sneering. “I thought I could live with a troublesome person like you and just put

up with your nonsense. Unfortunately, it’s clear to me now. You are not only a troublemaker but also

plain loathsome! Since that’s the case, why don’t you just die!”

As the words left my mouth, I immediately lunged for the fruit knife and stabbed her with it. My actions

were quick, without a trace of hesitation.

“Scarlett!” The shouting voice didn’t belong to Rebecca, nor was it from Mrs. Eriksen, whose knees had

given in from fear—it was Ashton’s.

Right then and there, I fell into a momentary daze. By the time I came to, I had already pushed the

knife too far, sinking it deep into Rebecca’s abdomen.

Then, a warm vermillion liquid oozed into my hands. It dripped onto the ground, tipping and

tapping away. Everything stained a hideous red—my hands, her stomach and the floor. It was all

stained in Rebecca’s blood.

Rebecca’s eyes enlarged incredulously, her jaw dropped and her lips trembled, unable to utter a single

word.

Almost instantly, Ashton rushed in. He shoved me aside and hurried to support Rebecca, who was

about to fall to the floor.

Do you see? Another coincidence. It’s as if everything had been pre-planned and scripted. My sudden

desire to kill her, Ashton’s precisely timed heroic rescue, and how he came in right when I stabbed

Rebecca. It all made me the villain in this story.

A pool of red slithered down Rebecca’s thighs, and the knife was still in her stomach.

Ashton’s arms coiled securely around her before carrying her up. He stared down a frazzled Mrs.

Eriksen and ordered in a deep voice, “Call the hospital immediately!”

I felt myself dissociating as I watched them move like panicked ants. And, truly, none of it frightened

me. In fact, my thoughts were surer than ever—Rebecca must die. Only when she was dead will my life

be cleansed of all the pain and suffering.

Ashton held Rebecca tightly in his arms. Those cold, piercing eyes of his struck straight into me again.

His lips pursed tightly as all emotion drained from his face.

Our frightfully cold gazes met. His eyes stabbed me as if they were sharpened icicles, while mine

howled like an ice storm at him.

Something tickled at the back of my throat. I felt like laughing loudly, but nothing came, not even a

chuckle. My grinning lips parted slightly as I felt no fear. Instead, I felt joy filling up my chest like the air I

inhaled.

He watched me. His handsome face had frozen over with hints of anger, blame, and indifference.

There was not a trail of warmth left.

Seeing his stone-cold gaze, it felt like a pair of arms had plunged into my chest. They moved slowly yet

haphazardly, sinking inwards. The pain made it unbearable for me to breathe.

Something sharp stung my chest as I took in a breath. Watching him carry Rebecca out of the villa, my

legs gave way and gravity pulled me down.

“Letty!” Mrs. Eriksen exclaimed, extending a supportive arm around me. Distress flashed onto her face.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get through this. Everything will turn out fine.”

My head shook in response. I wasn’t worried at all about Rebecca, it was Ashton who unnerved me.

Rebecca was right. I will never get the truthful, genuine kind of concern that Ashton had for Rebecca

because he only had space for her.

He would never move on from her, never.

I pressed hard against my chest, hoping to suppress the pain. Turning to face the woman next to me, I

croaked, “Mrs. Eriksen, it hurts so much!”

She held me firmly, lifting me up and guiding me over to the sofa.

Ambulance sirens blared outside the villa. The harsh sound shot at high speed and it ricocheted around

the walls, breaking the villa’s initial peace and quiet.

Once the sirens grew distant, Sally entered the room in her nightgown. Her eyes roamed from my

sullen face, down to my bloodied hands.

With a sharp inhale, Sally’s voice shrilled with blame. “Even if you hate her that much, it doesn’t mean

you can blatantly assault her like that. An eye for an eye, Scarlett. The Moore family won’t let you off

the hook so easily.”

My lips tightened. I felt my emotions slowly stabilizing as I sat in silence.

Ashton loves Rebecca. All those years of companionship and care for her, there was no way he could

ever pick up and move on from that easily. He hid it so well just like how he hid the remorse for harming

my child and turned it into an obligated, false love for me. He transferred the kindness he has for

Rebecca onto me…