Chapter 6
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She soaks herself in a bathtub filled with rose essential oil, trying to wash away the bad luck Edward Lawrence had brought, but that bone-deep chill won't go away no matter what.
"Next, it's her turn."
That message, like a curse, swirls in her mind.
No, she can't just sit and wait for death!
Jenny Isaacs suddenly stands up from the bathtub, water droplets sliding down her exquisite body curves.
She grabs her phone and dials her familiar PR team and several media editors.
"I want to release a statement saying that Edward Lawrence has suffered serious mental issues due to recent investment failures and excessive pressure."
"Photos? Just use that ghastly look of his from yesterday! Yes, make it sound as miserable as possible, hint that he has violent tendencies."
"I want to turn him into a complete joke, a madman! I want everyone to know that I've broken up with him, and that I'm the innocent victim!"
After hanging up, Jenny Isaacs looks at her pure and beautiful face in the mirror, finally regaining a sense of security.
What else could that crazy Daisy Wen do?
She's nothing but a confined waste of space.
As long as she distances herself from Edward Lawrence, this "source of the curse," she will still be the prestigious daughter of the Isaacs family, the universally adored darling of the Beijing social circle.
Tonight is the first step of her counterattack.
She will attend a star-studded charity gala with live online streaming.
She wants to show everyone in the most perfect manner that she's doing fine, and that leaving a madman only makes her life better.
At the gala venue.
Jenny Isaacs, wearing a haute couture fairy dress, holds the arm of an up-and-coming actor, smiling radiantly as she accepts interviews from various media outlets.
She skillfully steers all questions about Edward Lawrence toward the narrative that "he is mentally unstable, I sympathize with him, but we are over."
In the livestream, the comment section fills with sympathy for her.
[Jenny is so pitiful, stuck with such a crazy ex.]
[Hugs for Jenny, a beauty should shine alone!]
[Edward Lawrence is such a jerk, dragging Jenny down when he's the one who's failing.]
Seeing public opinion completely turning in her favor, the smile on Jenny's lips deepens.
As the auction begins, she, as a special guest, walks gracefully onto the stage, preparing to strike the first gavel.
At that moment, the doors of the banquet hall are violently thrown open with a loud "BANG" from the outside!
All eyes in the room are instantly drawn to the commotion.
There stands Edward Lawrence, moving like a walking corpse, staggering as he enters.
He's wearing the same blood-stained, wrinkled shirt from yesterday, his greasy hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes bloodshot, and a clear handprint visible on his face. Ignoring everyone's gasps and the security guards' attempts to stop him, he walks straight toward the stage.
Each step he takes is incredibly labored, as if he's enduring some invisible torture.
Jenny Isaacs' face instantly drains of all color, and her hand holding the auction gavel begins to tremble.
"Stop him! Stop that madman right now!" she screams at the security guards.
But Edward is like a wild beast locked onto its target; the security guards simply can't hold him back.
Step by step, he climbs onto the stage and snatches the microphone from the host's hand.
A piercing feedback screech fills the air.
The livestream explodes instantly!
[Holy crap! Why is Edward Lawrence here? Is that outfit for begging on the streets?]
[What is he going to do? Oh my God, he's not going to hit Jenny, is he?!]
Top floor of the villa.
I use a sharp piece of glass on my own thigh, slowly and deeply cutting, one slash after another.
One cut, then another.
The excruciating pain makes my whole body tremble, but the smile on my face grows increasingly radiant.
Edward Lawrence, it's your turn to perform.
On stage, Edward Lawrence holds the microphone, his body violently trembling from unbearable pain.
He looks at the terrified Jenny Isaacs below the stage, blood tears flowing from his eyes.
"Jenny... don't you... always want to know... what happened... to Daisy's child?"
His voice, through the microphone, clearly spreads throughout the entire venue and to millions of viewers in the livestream.
Jenny Isaacs's pupils suddenly contract: "Shut up! Edward Lawrence, you madman!"
"It's her!" Edward Lawrence ignores her screams, suddenly raising his hand to point at her, his voice as mournful as a dying man's last breath.
"It's Jenny Isaacs! She added safflower to my wife's pregnancy medicine!"
"When my wife fell down the stairs and was bleeding heavily, she deliberately pretended to be sick to lure me away!"
"It's her! This woman who looks pure on the outside but is vicious inside! She killed my unborn child with her own hands!"
"Don't you all call her the pure moonlight? Look at her! Look at this murderer!"
*Boom*
The entire venue falls silent.
The comments in the livestream, after freezing for three seconds, explode at a gushing speed!
[！！！！！！What did I just hear? Murder?]
[Safflower? Pretending to be sick? My god, is this some real-life femme fatale?]
[No wonder Edward Lawrence went crazy, who wouldn't in this situation!]
Jenny Isaacs is completely stunned, her mind goes blank, and she can only scream desperately: "You're lying! You're slandering me! You've gone mad!"
"I've gone mad?" Edward Lawrence laughs bitterly, "Yes, I am mad! I was an accomplice too! For her sake, I abandoned my wife and child! I deserve to die a thousand deaths!"
He suddenly turns toward the audience and cameras, then *thud* - he falls heavily to his knees!
"I've wronged Daisy Wen... I've wronged our deceased child..."
"But today, I will tear off this woman's mask in front of the whole world!"
As he speaks, he pulls out a phone from his pocket, holds it up high with the screen facing the live broadcast camera.
On it are the chat records between him and Jenny Isaacs.
From how they schemed against Daisy Wen, to how they celebrated after succeeding... every sentence filled with malicious calculation and naive cruelty.
The evidence is irrefutable!
Jenny stares at those familiar chat records, and her last thread of sanity completely snaps.
"AHHHHH!"
She lets out an inhuman scream, like a cornered animal, grabs the auction gavel beside her hand, and swings it down directly at Edward Lawrence's head!
"I'll kill you! All of you can die too!"
The scene descends into chaos, with screams erupting from all directions.
And I, from the top floor of the villa, watching the grand farce unfold on the live stream on my phone, finally drop the glass shard in my hand.
I lean against the cold wall, slowly closing my eyes.
Child, do you see?
Mother has fired the first shot of revenge for you.
Rest in peace.
