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“You there, strip her and throw her out!”
The bodyguards knocked Quentin down. My already tattered shirt was completely torn apart. I screamed, covering myself, pleading for help. But no one dared to defy Orion.
Celeste nestled in his arms, leisurely enjoying my plight.
“Don’t touch my sister; come at me instead! Orion, if you have something against me, do it!”
As the bodyguards reached for my pants, Celeste suddenly stopped them. Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, she coquettishly told Orion:
“Orion, since they are so devoted, why not give them a chance?”
“The doctor said if I had a suitable cornea, my right eye could recover. Why not take his?”
She pointed at Quentin, as if discussing a trivial matter.
I screamed frantically, hair disheveled:
“No! You can’t touch him!”
Seeing me, now defenseless, still desperately protecting Quentin, Orion stepped on his face:
“Being useful to Celeste is his good fortune.”
Ignoring my brother’s curses and shouts, Orion forcefully took Quentin away from me.
When I tried to follow, Orion grabbed my throat:
“Nora, what you owe me, your lover should repay!”
The suffocation was so intense I couldn’t utter a complete sentence:
“He’s… brother…”
The continuous suffocation soon triggered kidney failure, and I fainted.
When I awoke, everyone was gone. Remembering Celeste’s words, I rushed to the hospital where I last saw her.
But upon opening the ward, I saw Quentin, eyes covered with bandages, lips pale.
“Quentin…”
Hearing my voice, Quentin turned stiffly to me:
“Sis… they blinded me…”
“I can never see again…”
Seeing the tears soaking my brother’s bandages, regret washed over me…
I regretted saving Orion…
Regretted giving him a “second chance“…
I held Quentin, a painful wail escaping my throat:
“Brother… I was wrong, sister was wrong…”
“Sister was wrong from the start…”
