The glass shattered, the floor was a complete mess, and at the same time Fiona Ford's hand was sliced open by the shards, blood streaming everywhere, the pain making her cry even harder.
She treasured her body; if it weren't absolutely necessary, she would never use such a stupid way to kill herself.
She was going to wait until she convinced Mr. Ford to forgive her, wait until she recovered, and then she would definitely, definitely pay Finn Chandler back double.
"Dad, since you don't believe me, and my leg's ruined now, there's no point in living!"
As she spoke, Fiona lifted the blood-red shard of glass in her hand and slashed it toward her own wrist.
She lowered it very slowly, watching Mr. Ford's expression.
Mr. Ford didn't move, just kept looking at her.
"Dad!"
Fiona searched Mr. Ford's face for the slightest hint of softening, but found none. Crying, she called out, "Are you really going to force me to die?"
"Can't you give me a way out!"
