Olivia backed away, pinching her nose. “Mommy, we all know you’re faking it! It’s so lame how you’re copying aunt Hailey.”
Zane knelt, his eyes full of disappointment.
“Clara, just because we have to sign these papers doesn’t mean you’re not the one I love. You don’t need to pull these little stunts to test me.”
I silently dabbed my nose with a tissue.
The bleeding stopped quickly.
And then I understood.
The painkillers didn’t just block the agony; they erased it, leaving me looking perfectly healthy on the outside.
For these three days, I was like a normal person.
Even if a symptom occasionally broke through, they would write it off as an emotional outburst.
So, the painkillers were even more effective than I’d imagined.
So effective, they would never suspect a thing.
“I saw your pathology report. You’re fine. Your father and brother took Hailey out for some air; I’m going to pick them up now.”
For a split second, Zane’s expression wavered, but it passed as quickly as it came.
I struggled to my feet, my knees weak but holding.
“It was probably low blood sugar. I’m fine.”
I wiped my hands clean and looked at Zane. “When Hailey gets back,” I said, a cold smile touching my lips, “I’m giving her the villa. So she can die happy.”
