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Vanessa had risked her own safety to create this “accident,” to drive a wedge between Connor and me. We’d only met twice, yet she was willing to endanger herself just to frame me.
The thought left me stunned. Vanessa truly was unhinged.
(Vanessa’s POV)
The ambulance siren wailed as we sped toward the hospital. I kept my face deathly pale, tears streaming down my cheeks as I clutched Connor’s hand with desperate strength.
“Con, it hurts so much…” I whimpered, making my voice tremble with pain and fragility.
Connor’s expression softened as he looked down at me, his ice-blue eyes filled with concern. His large hand gently squeezed mine.
“We’re almost at the hospital. The doctors will take care of you.”
I let my tears fall harder, choking back sobs that made my entire body shake. The pain in my tailbone and arm was excruciating, but it would be worth it if it meant keeping Connor away from that b***h Olivia.
“It really hurts… When I fell off the horse, I was so scared. I was terrified I’d never see you again…”
I tightened my grip on his hand, letting vulnerability seep into my voice. This was the
Connor I knew-protective, caring, my Connor.
“Con, did I cause you trouble? Everyone was having fun, but then this happened because of me. Did I ruin everything?”
(Connor’s POV)
“Don’t say that,” I reassured her softly, stroking her hair away from her tear-stained face.
Despite my suspicions about the nature of the accident, seeing Vanessa in pain stirred my protective instincts. She had been part of my family since we were children, and old habits died hard.
“Just like when you were little, still so clingy.”
I could sense that her injury was likely self-inflicted. Vanessa had always been manipulative, willing to hurt herself to get what she wanted. But seeing her tears and obvious pain, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy.
The ambulance pulled up to the emergency entrance, and medical staff rushed to transfer Vanessa onto a gurney. I followed closely, my mind divided between concern for my foster sister and thoughts of Olivia.
(Olivia’s POV)
By the time I arrived at the hospital, Vanessa had already undergone a series of examinations. The doctor informed us that her injuries, while painful, weren’t life-threatening: a stable fracture of her tailbone, soft tissue damage, a slightly dislocated elbow, and multiple abrasions. Thankfully, there was no internal bleeding.
After her wounds were treated and she received a painkiller injection, her cries of agony finally subsided. I approached her ward quietly, hesitating at the door when I heard her speaking to Connor.
“Con, my arm is in a cast, I can’t feed myself. Can you feed me, please?” Her voice was coquettish, almost childlike.
I stopped, uncertain whether I should enter. Part of me wanted to turn around and leave, to avoid another confrontation with Vanessa.
“I’ll call a nurse for you,” Connor replied, his tone calm but gentle.
“No, I want you to feed me,” Vanessa whined insistently. “Why won’t you?”
I remained frozen outside the door, feeling like an intruder on their private conversation.
“Be good, you’re not a child anymore,” Connor said patiently but firmly. “And besides, I already have a fiancée. I’m about to get engaged to Livvy. We should maintain some boundaries.”
My heart stirred gently at his words. I hadn’t expected Connor to draw such a clear line out of respect for me, especially when Vanessa was injured and vulnerable.
“Even siblings have to avoid suspicion?” Vanessa’s tone abruptly sharpened, rising several octaves with undisguised resentment. “Con, so Olivia Winters is such a petty woman? She hurt me and yet you care more about her feelings than mine?”
I turned away silently, ready to leave. I didn’t have the shamelessness to force myself into a situation where I was clearly unwanted. If Vanessa despised me so much, there was no point in staying.
Just then, a nurse carrying an IV bag approached, politely asking me to step aside so she could enter the room. The movement caught Connor’s attention, and both he and
Vanessa turned to see me standing in the doorway.
With a soft sigh, I followed the nurse inside.
“What are you doing here?” Vanessa spat, her eyes flashing with undisguised loathing.
Almost simultaneously, Connor’s gentle voice sounded, “Livvy, you’re here.”
The nurse busied herself with Vanessa’s IV while I stood awkwardly near the foot of the bed. Vanessa glared at me with venom, as if stabbing me with invisible daggers.
I met her gaze unflinchingly, my voice frosty and sharp when I finally spoke.
“Are you telling people I made that horse bolt and hurt you?”
(Vanessa’s POV)
I hadn’t expected this. I thought Olivia would panic after the accident, maybe even plead for forgiveness. Her composed confrontation caught me slightly off guard-but only for a moment.
Slipping back into my performance, I turned away from her and looked at Connor with tear-filled eyes. I made my voice tremble pitifully.
“Con, I know I left a bad impression the first time we met. So today at the stables, I wanted to get closer to Olivia, since she’s my future sister-in-law. That’s why I asked her to teach me to ride.”
I let fresh tears spill down my cheeks, enjoying the way they enhanced my vulnerable appearance.
“I didn’t expect she hated me so much. When I wasn’t looking, she suddenly kicked the horse hard, making it run wild. I was terrified.”
I choked back a sob, making sure my voice broke at just the right moment.
“Olivia, I can understand if you dislike me, but why would you try to hurt me like that?”
Having delivered my accusation, I furtively glanced at Connor’s expression, hoping to see anger directed at Olivia. But Connor only frowned slightly, his face frustratingly unreadable.
“Livvy, what exactly happened this afternoon at the stables?” he asked, his tone still gentle.
Hidden under the blanket, my uninjured hand clenched into a tight fist. Jealousy scorched through my heart like wildfire.
How could he not side with me immediately? In the past, anyone who bullied me faced his ruthless protection: expulsion from territories, physical confrontations, even permanent injuries for a stalker who harassed me.
Now, supposedly “hurt by Olivia,” lying here with a fractured tailbone and arm in a cast, he still doesn’t blame Olivia first, but instead calmly asks her side.
The unfairness and envy nearly made me explode; I wished desperately to leap up and tear Olivia apart with my bare hands.
(Olivia’s POV)
I glanced lightly at Vanessa, then turned to Connor with an unreadable expression. The hospital room felt suffocating with tension.
“If I say Vanessa is lying, would you believe me?” I asked quietly.
Connor froze, his ice-blue eyes widening slightly. The silence stretched between us, heavy and uncomfortable.
I mocked myself inwardly. How could I have been foolish enough to ask such a question? Of course he would choose Vanessa. She was the girl who had grown up with him, the one he saw as a sister. I was merely a mate-to-be he hadn’t seen for three years, with little emotional foundation between us.
Anyone would expect Connor to choose Vanessa.
Yet, after only a moment’s hesitation, Connor’s ice-blue eyes grew firm as he declared,
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