South Grant silently counted sheep in her heart, hoping to fall asleep.
Clearly, the person on her body had no intention of letting her sleep.
Nor was he pleased with her current mental escape.
With just a slight exertion of force from him, South Grant frowned tightly.
"Nathan Foster, are you a damn dog?"
The man raised his head, and under the dim wall light, his dark eyes were like an abyss, radiating a chilling coldness.
His eyes were exceptionally good-looking, elongated and narrow, exuding a compelling presence.
Yet, tainted by desire at this moment, that coldness was somewhat tempered.
"I'm a dog, what are you in this scenario?" A hoarse voice, with a slightly cold tone.
Damn it...
South Grant was indirectly insulted by him, but she had never been afraid to retort.
"Even a dog has better skills than you."
This remark, however, brought Nathan Foster's endless demands.
As the sky began to brighten, South Grant was completely exhausted before he finally stopped.
"Were my skills good?" A slightly hoarse voice, rich and resonant like a cello.
Screw you!
South Grant was too weak to speak and complained inwardly, then fell into a deep sleep.
...
Two months later, there was a military parade, and Nathan Foster probably wouldn't have time to bother her during this period.
She wasn't idle either; the film had only one month left of shooting, and she planned to take a good rest after its completion.
Without Nathan Foster's presence, days always seemed to pass particularly quickly.
In the blink of an eye, a month had passed, the film was completed, and moved to the promotion stage.
At the press conference, South Grant maintained the most elegant smile.
However, the item in a reporter's hand shattered her elegance.
"Miss Grant, this is a ten-year-old newspaper, the person on it should be familiar to you."
The reporter's words were toxic, pulling South Grant down into the abyss.
On that newspaper, a young girl in prisoner clothes, face gray and lifeless.
The striking headline read: "Uncle sexually abused underage niece for a long time, causing her psychological distortion, leading to double homicide."
That year, Nathan Foster had rescued her from prison, suppressed all public opinion, and wiped the incident clean.
Yet now it had been unearthed...
Even now, South Grant remembers that day, raised by her father as a boy since childhood.
The cousin from her second uncle's family conspired with a gay man at a gathering to frame her, ruin her reputation, so she'd be expelled from The Grant Family.
In a panic, she accidentally killed the man.
While fleeing for safety, she was then assaulted by someone at the hotel...
That day was the nightmare of her life.
To this day, she never found out who that person was, returning home wounded and exhausted, only to discover that her twin sister, whom she had always protected, had been harmed by her beastly uncle Shawn Grant.
A knife in her sister's hand, the uncle Shawn Grant lying in a pool of blood, that year's prison life...
These memories flooded her mind, South Grant fainted, and when she awoke, she was in the hospital.
"Sister, leave that circle." Her sister Fiona Grant beside her bed, eyes full of sorrow.
South Grant said nothing, only feeling profoundly tired.
Previously at The Grant Family, she was the eldest son, everyone telling her the family's burden rested on her shoulders, and she must strive.
At that time, she thought being a man was tough.
However, after being released from prison and returning to her female identity, she realized that this world was truly harsh on women!
Fiona Grant gripped her hand tightly, "Sis, you're pregnant, one month."
Fiona's words made South Grant's eyes widen, her dark eyes brimmed with tears.
"Fiona, arrange the surgery for me." Not keeping the child was South Grant's immediate response.
He couldn't become an illegitimate child.
Nathan Foster wouldn't marry her.
Fiona Grant was the hospital's youngest doctor, having won international awards, she was heavily trusted upon returning to the country.
In the operating room, only Fiona Grant and South Grant were present.
As the liquid slowly dripped into South Grant's body, Fiona Grant continuously held her hand, consoling her nervousness.
The anesthetic's effect kicked in, South Grant's mind became blurry.
At this moment, she heard Fiona's gentle voice resonate in her ear:
"Sister, do you know? Since I entered the medical field, I've never had a mishap; surgical blades can save lives, but can also end them, depending on how the wielder uses it."
Fiona Grant's voice was somewhat cold, though calling her sister, it bore no emotion.
South Grant furrowed her brows, trying to move, but she couldn't.
"In this world, you're the only sister I have, but you shouldn't have appeared before Nathan Foster! He was my university military training instructor, I've secretly adored him since, but when I returned from abroad and joined the military hospital, you had already become his bedmate."
South Grant was too shocked, as if she had never truly known Fiona Grant, this side of Fiona was too unfamiliar.
Was she going to take her life for a man?
"In order to have him, I had no choice but to act. Nathan Foster and you never used contraception, yet you feared pregnancy and kept taking pills. Finally, waiting for you to run out of previous pills, as your sister and a doctor, the pills I gave you weren't contraceptives but regular vitamins. Unsurprisingly, you got pregnant."
Fiona spoke, laughing sinisterly.
"You're terrified wanting to flee Nathan Foster, how could you give birth to his child? If you didn't want the child, you'd only turn to me, your closest sister, for surgery."
Listening to her, South Grant felt a chill that penetrated her bones.
"Everyone knows I'm your closest sister. To perform surgery for you, I declined representing our hospital at an international debate. No one would suspect me; as your chief surgeon, causing massive bleeding is too easy, others would just see it as an accident. With my skilled technique to stop your bleeding, nobody would doubt."
Fiona Grant laughed, her laughter like swaying flower buds.
South Grant's heart sank to the bottom, cold to the marrow.
"Oh, and the backup plasma bag I meticulously prepared, the blood type on the transfusion label is incorrect. When the blood enters your body, it causes clotting; if the transfusion band is removed, you'll die; if continued, you'll still die. Even if others investigate, I'm only responsible for the surgery, bearing no responsibility. Do you think my plan is brilliant?"
Death?
When this word transmitted to South Grant's mind, she hadn't yet processed it.
"Sister, next life be smarter, seize opportunities when they're available, create them when they're not, resort to any means necessary. That newspaper, I've been keeping it, and the reporter was my hire, you've already disgraced yourself; even if you die, Nathan Foster won't think of you again, this fallen woman."
Fiona Sutton's voice was gentle, like the spring breeze of March.
Then Fiona Grant reached towards South Grant, snatching away the necklace around her neck.
"Oh, forgot to tell you, we're not The Grant Family's children, I've found out who our father is, befitting The Foster Family. I'll recognize him, live well, and compensate for the hardships of the past twenty years. This necklace, left by mom for you, is my token for recognizing father, in the afterlife, remember to thank mom for me for finding such a powerful father."
South Grant couldn't hold on, darkness overwhelmingly closed in.
She wanted to bite her tongue, to awaken herself, yet lacked the strength.
For a man...
For a man!
The sister she protected as if she were her own eyes, unexpectedly wanted her life!
Where did that sweet sister who followed behind calling her sister go?
Where did that sister she had relied on since childhood go!
Tears brimmed South Grant's eyes.
It wasn't fear, but regret.
She did not fear death.
But feared this cold human world.
If blood bonds couldn't be trusted, then heaven, please tell me, is there still warmth in this world?
Heaven offered no answer, only endless darkness.
Dense, like an abyss...