After saying that, I threw the agreement hard at his face and got up to see them off: "I need to rest now, you can all get out—oh, and take all your trash with you."
Unbelievable, the man I've liked since I was sixteen, for eight years, dated for six—how come I'm only seeing his true colors today?
I must thank Sophie Miller; otherwise, I would have married such a disgusting, hypocritical man, and my life would have been so miserable!
Olivia Gray, enraged by my words, got up angrily and said, "Lily Miller, this is what's wrong with you, your temper is too explosive! Look at Sophie, gentle and obedient, well-educated and sensible, always calling me 'auntie' so sweetly…"
I suppressed the feeling of disgust in my heart, and at that moment, saw my pet dog pass by the living room. I turned and called, "Pug, bite them!"
"Woof! Woof woof!" Pug obediently rushed at them, barking fiercely.
"You… you're simply—" Olivia Gray was so furious her face turned white, needing support from Adrian Gordon as she stepped back repeatedly.
Adrian Gordon looked at me, his gaze extremely unfamiliar, "Lily Miller, you've gone too far! I really misjudged you!"
I curled my lips into a cold smile, thinking haven't I misjudged people too?
The two of them fled in embarrassment, even forgetting to take their "trash" with them from the floor.
I frowned, thinking I'd have to ask someone to throw it in the trash tomorrow.
The next morning, my bank account received a transfer of two million.
Though I was filled with righteous indignation, I couldn't turn away money, especially since I wanted to see Sophie Miller's almost-dead appearance with my own eyes.
So, I gathered the jewelry set prepared for the wedding and personally headed to the hospital.
On the way, my father Jason Miller called.
"Sophie is sick, and as her sister, you don't even come to see her, just like your mother, heartless?"
He started up with scolding, as I was used to it, I calmly retorted, "Should I buy a string of firecrackers to set off?"
"Lily Miller! What nonsense are you spouting!" His furious roar boomed.
I unhurriedly replied, "Firecrackers to drive away bad luck and illness, what did you think it was for?"
"..." He was left speechless on the other end.
I chuckled, then added, "And celebrate a bit too."
"You—Lily Miller, you're just like your mother—"
I didn't give him a chance to insult my mom, hanging up swiftly.
Thinking of him being angry but unable to curse me, I couldn't help but laugh.
Sleepless last night, I was thinking, Sophie, so young and already with a terminal illness, could it be because her parents did too much evil, and the heavens are repaying them through their daughter?
Truly, the heavens have eyes.
Outside the ward, I was about to knock when I heard them slandering me again from inside.
"Lily Miller must be so happy, she's always excluded Sophie, bullying her younger siblings because she's the elder sister. Now that Sophie's terminally ill, she probably laughs herself awake in her dreams."
Shirley Turner said with a choking voice, unable to help but cry, "I'm so miserable… why doesn't the heavens open their eyes and let Lily die instead, why do this to my daughter… boohoo—"
I pushed the door open, seeing my dad holding Shirley Turner, comforting her endlessly—what a lovely couple.
The door hit the wall, attracting everyone's attention in the room, they all turned to gaze at me, each with a different expression.
The air suddenly froze, then Adrian Gordon was the first to speak: "Lily, you're here."
He greeted me warmly, but I ignored him, instead pulling out a lighter and a small string of firecrackers from my bag.
Adrian Gordon's face drastically changed, "Lily Miller, what are you doing!"
I said, "Getting rid of bad luck."
Jason Miller immediately understood, pointing at me and scolding, "Lily Miller, if you dare—"
"Bang, bang, bang—"
Before he finished speaking, I had already lit the firecracker and tossed it at Adrian Gordon's feet.
Adrian Gordon was so frightened he clutched his head, others also panicked and dodged awkwardly.
The scene was really ridiculous and exciting.
As everyone knows, Fallhaven's funeral custom is to scatter paper money along the road of the procession, and set off small firecrackers every few meters, symbolizing sending off evil spirits, awakening souls, and expressing filial piety.
However, the city center banned fireworks, so this custom can only be continued in the suburbs and countryside.
But I believed everyone in this room understood.
A small string of firecrackers finished in seconds, I tossed three in a row, making the ward quite lively.
Were it not for considering other patients on this floor, I would've loved to light up a giant string of festive New Year firecrackers to send Sophie Miller away.
In an instant, the smell of gunpowder filled the room.
Predictably, the ward's smoke alarm system was triggered.
The fire bell rang, and the sprinkler system "swooshed" water down from the ceiling.
The luxurious high-end family ward instantly became a waterfall cave.
I heard Shirley Turner's screams, and Sophie on the bed kept calling "Mom, Mom."
Meanwhile, I stood at the doorway, stepping back slightly to avoid the waterfall.
But they weren't so lucky, getting drenched, a soggy mess.
Soon, doctors, nurses, and hospital security rushed in.
The corridor was crowded with people, and those "drowned rats" in the ward came out one by one.
Upon learning the truth, the doctor furiously scolded, "Nonsense! This is utter nonsense! If setting off firecrackers could drive away illness, then what are doctors for? What are hospitals for? I understand your feelings as parents, but you can't be blindly superstitious, or else you'll only make matters worse!"
Shirley Turner, soaking wet, rushed out and pointed at me, yelling, "It wasn't our idea, it's this woman's! She did it on purpose! Doctor, you can call the police and have her arrested! She's disturbing public order!"
But the doctor had no interest in listening to her arguments.
In the doctor's eyes, it wasn't important to hold someone accountable; what was important was to quickly resettle the patients.
So the doctor didn't pay any attention to Shirley Turner and turned around to instruct the nurse, "Quickly arrange another room for the patients!"
Sophie Miller, wearing hospital attire and also soaking wet, stood aside in Adrian Gordon's arms.
The nurse quickly arranged a new ward, and Adrian Gordon carried Sophie Miller inside without delay.
Shirley Turner couldn't swallow her anger, glaring at me viciously as if wanting to yell, but worried about Sophie, she could only go into the ward first.
Jason Miller wiped the water from his face and pointed at me, gritting his teeth, "Lily Miller, just you wait!"
I remained expressionless, not afraid in the slightest.
The original purpose of my visit had been achieved, so I should have left, but as I turned to leave, I remembered I hadn't given those cheating lovers the jewelry yet.
So I had to go back into the ward again.
Sophie had changed into dry hospital attire and was sitting on the hospital bed when she saw me come in again. Her eyes noticeably sharpened, but perhaps because Adrian Gordon was present, she was obviously restraining herself today.
"Lily Miller, what do you want now!" Shirley Turner came out of the restroom and shouted sternly when she saw me.
Ignoring Shirley Turner's anger, I approached the cheating couple and took out the jewelry, "Sophie Miller, congratulations on your marriage—marrying the man of your dreams, achieving your wish, you can die without regret."
"Lily Miller!" Shirley Turner roared again.
But I was telling the truth.
On Sophie's eighteenth birthday, her wish was to marry Adrian Gordon in this lifetime, or she would rather die.
Consider it a fateful prophecy, I suppose.
But even with my harsh words, Sophie wasn't angry.
She looked at me, her eyes like flowing water, "Thank you, sis, thank you for giving up Brother Adrian to me. I know you're angry and that's why you did that, it's my fault, I don't blame you..."
Before she could finish speaking, she burst into tears, embodying the image of a Crying Lady.
I smiled and said, "Sophie, when we were children, your malice was blatant, so why pretend now? Are you afraid your dear Adrian won't like the evil side of you?"
She continued to act pitifully, "When I was young, I didn't know better, and you were so excellent in everything, I could only resort to some improper ways to attract attention... The feeling of living under someone else's roof, you wouldn't understand."
Tsk, tsk!
I shook my head repeatedly, surprisingly impressed by her!
With this acting, not winning an Oscar would be a waste of talent.
Since she set foot in the Miller Family's door, she lived like a little princess, while I, the legitimate princess of the Miller Family, was reduced to being a maid or a scapegoat.
Now she pathetically claimed—she was living under someone else's roof?
I couldn't be bothered to argue, just followed her speech, "The way you put it makes me feel like all the beatings I took over the years were in vain. You don't understand the feeling of living under someone else's roof, but you do understand the feeling of a dying person."
"Lily Miller, don't go too far!" Adrian Gordon spoke up to reprimand me.
Jason Miller also shouted angrily, "Lily Miller, your sister is dying, and you're still mocking her! Be careful, you might be next to suffer!"
I turned to look at my jerk of a father, reminding him slowly, "Don't curse me like that, if it really comes true, your precious baby daughter won't have peace on Hell Road, without your protection, she's no match for me."
"You—"
Seeing them stammering in anger, turning red in the face, I coldly snorted inwardly, bent down, and placed the jewelry box next to Sophie, "Take it, your sweetheart has already paid for it."
Sophie glanced at Adrian, the latter's face stiffening.
"When's the wedding scheduled?" I pretended to ask with concern, assuming they'd at least wait until Sophie's condition stabilized to hold it.
Unexpectedly, Sophie said softly, "It's your wedding with Brother Adrian, just with the bride switched to me..."
What?
I frowned, instantly understanding.
So not only are they stealing my groom, my wedding dress, my jewelry, they want to take my entire wedding too?!
Seeing my reaction, Shirley Turner's face suddenly brightened as if with pride, "Your wedding with Adrian is all set up, the invitations to the guests have been sent. Wouldn't canceling it be a waste? Why not use everything as is, easy and effortless."
I said nothing, just turned to look at Adrian Gordon, wanting to see his reaction.
This wedding was something I had meticulously planned for half a year.
From the overall wedding planning to the selection of wedding favors, even making the wedding dress myself and flying overseas to choose wedding jewelry...
All the effort I put in, and it's going to be handed over to a manipulative woman for free?
Adrian met my angry eyes, his expression clearly guilty.
He stepped forward, trying to hold my hand, which I shook off forcefully.
"Lily... I'm sorry, I know you invested a lot of effort into this wedding, but it's precisely for that reason it can't go to waste—and besides, Sophie is your sister, you're family, giving her the wedding could also be..."
Perhaps my expression was too ugly, Adrian's voice trailed off as he spoke.
I clenched my fists tightly, resisting the urge to slap him, and sarcastically said, "What could it be? Ensuring the benefits stay within the family?"