Chapter 5

A sharp pain shot through my wrist. The cuts must've torn open wider.

The gauze was stained even darker now.

I sucked in a cold breath, gritting my teeth as I spoke through the pain. "Is there anything I regret more than knowing you?"

Raymond's face was contorted with anger, his gaze gloomy.

This was the same man who once couldn't stand to see me walk barefoot, who used to treat me like I was made of glass.

But now, he was clutching my wound, squeezing it mercilessly.

Just as the pain was about to knock me out, out of…