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“Start the operation!”
The pain hit me so hard that everything blurred. My whole body ached.
Whatever hope I had left completely vanished. My heart sank.
Javier didn’t even bother using anesthesia while they grafted the roses. Every time I was close to blacking out, he told the doctor to inject drugs to keep me awake.
He wanted me to feel every pain without missing a beat.
Eventually, I went into shock from the allergic reaction. The grafting operation failed.
Did that mean I could still recover somehow?
I asked the doctor, clinging to any sliver of hope. He nodded seriously and answered hesitantly, “In theory, it can be reattached within a day.
“But they already took your arm. They said it was going to be used to help the roses grow.”
My heart sank as I stumbled toward the rose garden.
The heavy scent of roses hit my nose, and my face puffed up instantly. Everything went dark.
I clenched my teeth and kept going. Up ahead, I saw the maids burying something. Blood was soaking into the dirt.
Even though I was still bleeding, I sprinted over and started digging frantically, trying to find my arm.
That was when Javier showed up with Clara Becker, his secretary.
Clara slammed her foot hard into my shoulder.
“Ms. Jackson, losing your arm sucks, but did you really have to ruin Mr. Gomez’s precious roses?”
Javier marched over and slapped me to the ground.
“I never expected you to be so heartless-you even ruined the roses!”
Then, he snapped at the maid next to him, “Keep fertilizing the roses!”
Seeing the maid about to dump a bucket of manure into the garden, I rushed forward in a panic.
“No! My arm is still buried there!”
If it got soiled, there’d be no way to reattach it.
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Javier exploded, grabbed my other wrist, and hurled me back,
“Skylar Jackson, stop with the lies. That arm is nothing but medical waste. It’ll just ruin the roses!”
My wound scraped right against the dirt, and the pain was sharp and raw.
“But if you like this soil so much, fine.”
He tossed a knife right in front of me.
“People say blood helps plants grow. Ten milliliters of yours gets you a gram of rose soil.
“This mess is on you, Skylar. You have to pay for it.”
I felt amused as I picked up the knife.
What did I do to deserve that? All I ever did was follow his grandfather, Anthony Gomez’s, wish and marry into this family. Now, because of Michelle’s shady death, I’d become someone even the maids could stomp on.
It wasn’t enough to toss me in a pigsty and treat me like a maid-now he wanted my hands, too.
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