Chapter 6

Scarlett's head snapped up, and she saw Harrison standing at the doorway. She quickly realized what was going on. "You spiked my juice?" Her voice shook with rage. "What the hell are you trying to do, Harrison?" Harrison smirked as he strode forward and gripped her chin. "That's what I should be asking you. Why did you drug Hazel? Just because she accidentally broke your mother's piece, you decided to drug her? You wanted her to humiliate herself in front of everyone and lose her innocence? She's so young, Scarlett! How could you be so cruel?" Scarlett was stunned by his words. "When did I drug Hazel?" Harrison shoved her aside. "Don't bother denying it. I already asked Hazel. The only thing she drank today was the water you gave her. If it wasn't you, then who else?" At that moment, Scarlett finally understood what blind favoritism truly meant. Hazel only had to say one sentence, and Harrison didn't even hesitate to condemn her. "Crazy bastard." She let out a cold laugh and struggled to grab her phone to call an ambulance. But Harrison snatched it away. "What are you doing?" she snapped. He stared down at her. "This drug is strong. Calling an ambulance won't help you. The only thing you can do is beg me." Scarlett didn't understand. "Beg you? For what?" "To cure you, of course." Harrison let out a cold laugh. "But I don't do charity work. If you want my help, you'll have to apologize to Hazel on your knees first." Scarlett stared at him in utter disbelief. He had just been with Hazel in the car, and now, he wanted to cure her the same way? And he expected her to beg for it? A wave of nausea rolled through her, but Harrison was already leaning in. "Drop the act, Scarlett. Isn't this what you wanted all along?" He sneered. "You used this exact trick to force me into marriage before. And now, all I'm asking is for you to take responsibility for what you did and apologize. Is there a problem with that?" Scarlett had had enough. She shoved him away, snatched the scissors off the table, and spoke through gritted teeth, "You want me to apologize to Hazel on my knees? Dream on!" Without a second thought, she plunged the scissors straight into her own thigh.