She Jumps Then Wakes Unhurt While Her Family Bleeds Ten Times Worse Chapter 07

She Jumps Then Wakes Unhurt While Her Family Bleeds Ten Times Worse Chapter 07

A gash burst open across William’s neck. 

His neck burst open. Blood sprayed up to the 

ceiling and splattered across the room. 

“William! Your neck!” Margaret screamed in terror. 

“Get a doctor! Now!” 

“Dad’s bleeding out!” Nathan rushed toward the 

door. 

“Doctor! Is he going to make it?” 

Doctors rushed in, their hands pressing desperately against William’s neck. 

“The bleeding won’t stop. It’s too deep. Get him to 

the ER!” 

The room descended into chaos, the floor slick 

with blood. 

I sat on the bed, slowly wiping the blood from the fruit knife with a tissue. 

“Elowen, put the knife down. Please.” Callum 

begged, trembling like he might fall apart at any 

second. 

“Weren’t you just calling me a monster?” 

I turned the blade toward my own wrist. 

“No! You’re not a monster. You’re our lifeline. 

You’re everything to this family!” Nathan pleaded. 

“Just don’t hurt yourself. We’ll give you anything.” 

Margaret cried, clutching my leg. 

“Really?” 

I pointed the knife toward Maisie, who was 

cowering in the corner. “What about her?” 

“Throw her out! Get her out of the Harrington. 

family right now!” Callum shouted, turning on her. 

“Callum, you can’t do this to me! I’m the one you. loved most!” Maisie grabbed at his clothes, crying. 

“Get off me, you curse!” Callum kicked her away. 

“Security! Throw this woman out!” 

“If she dares step into the Harrington family again, break her legs!” Nathan shouted toward the door. 

“Nathan, you never used to yell at me!” Maisie 

screamed. 

“I was blind before! Get out!” Nathan grabbed a 

glass and hurled it at her. 

Two security guards dragged Maisie out as she 

screamed curses down the hallway. 

Three days later, I moved into a newly bought villa 

owned by the Harringtons. 

The floors were covered with thick non–slip 

carpeting. 

The walls, table edges, and even the faucets were 

padded. 

“Elowen, it’s not too hot. Take it slow,” Margaret 

said, holding the bowl up to my lips. 

“This carpet still isn’t soft enough. We’ll add 

another layer tomorrow.” Nathan forced a smile, 

his arm in a sling. 

Callum sat in a wheelchair, his eyes fixed on my 

feet without blinking. 

“Elowen, make sure you bring bodyguards when 

you go out. You can’t risk tripping or bumping into 

anything.” 

I took a sip of oatmeal and looked at them. 

Back then, I had to be careful with everything I 

said and did in this house. Now they were the 

ones walking on eggshells. 

Late at night, heavy rain poured down. 

Wrapped in a tattered raincoat, Maisie crouched. 

beside a trash bin in the backyard. 

She had been starving for three days, with. 

nowhere to sleep. 

Callum’s Maybach was parked by the back gate. 

He rolled the window down while on the phone. 

“Send more people. Lock the place down. No one 

gets in.” 

“Absolutely no harm can come to Elowen! If she 

gets even a scratch, our whole family suffers!” 

“Whatever she feels, we feel it ten times worse. 

Got it?” 

He rolled the window back up, and the car pulled 

away. 

Maisie slowly peeked out from behind the trash 

bin, staring at the window of my room on the 

second floor. 

“So that’s how it works.” 

“If you get hurt, the whole family feels it?” 

She touched the lighter in her pocket and let out a 

soft laugh. 

“If I can’t have it, then all of us will go to hell!”