Grandma passed away, and some said that the snake that bit her was venomous, so she was not meant to survive. It was her grandmother who sacrificed her own life to save her from this disaster.
Aoife survived, carrying the weight of her grandmother’s sacrifice. Despite the hardships she faced, she tried to live on. Even though she had overcome, a fear of snakes lingered within her.
Once bitten by a snake, one is afraid of the rope for ten years. The profile summary of Aoife even stated that she was afraid of snakes. One morning, she was startled by Finn tossing a tie carelessly in the living room.
A person who feared snakes so much was now standing in the midst of a snake group. In this moment, it was as if she had conquered her fear of snakes, her gaze fixated on one spot, solely focused on quickly finding that severed finger.
As long as the severed finger was found and Ethan was promptly taken to the hospital, it was entirely possible that his finger could be reattached with modern medical technology.
Ethan’s finger must not be severed, as his hand was meant for playing the piano.
Aoife’s mind was filled with the image of Ethan sitting upright at the piano, his fingertips glowing as he played “Dream Wedding”.
It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen in her life, but now, in retrospect, it had turned into a painful memory.
The water in the pool was slippery, and with water snakes coiling around her feet, Aoife’s movements were incredibly difficult. She nearly stumbled and fell into the water several times, her feet already bitten by snakes, a piercing pain coursing through her body.
Though the distance was only two to three meters, it seemed so far to Aoife. Her face turned almost transparently pale, blood from her feet gradually spreading in the water. More and more snakes slithered towards her feet, causing her to tremble all over. In her eyes, a variety of expressions appeared – helplessness, fear, determination. Pregnant, she clumsily squatted down, reaching into the snake-infested water, searching. Suddenly, a snake bit her calf.
Aoife let out a painful groan, her body swaying in the midst of the snakes. She gritted her teeth, pulling the snake biting her calf with all her might, tearing off a piece of flesh in the process, leaving a small hole oozing blood.
Her body was covered in cold sweat, particularly sticky below her, a thick, bloody scent lingering near her nose.
Recklessly searching in the water, Aoife would remove one snake only to be bitten by another on her hand. Some snakes even climbed her legs to gnaw at her thighs.
Her trembling legs could not be controlled, a combination of pain and fear.
Finn knew better than anyone how afraid of snakes Aoife was, which was why he orchestrated this snake-filled pool to frighten her. However, he did not expect that someone so terrified of snakes like Aoife would rush in without hesitation because of Ethan’s severed finger, fervently searching in the snake encampment.
“Don’t come closer… stay away…” Aoife’s voice trembled with a sob. Her hands continued to search in the water until she finally found it. Clenching the severed finger tightly, she cautiously wiped off any dirt with the clean fabric on her chest.
She was just in time – the severed finger had no other injuries. Aoife carefully cradled it in her palm, turned around, and laboriously left the place.
The snakes coiled around her ankles like chains, her slim body swaying, struggling to make her way out with a protruding belly. Even when she was being cautious, just before reaching the exit, she stumbled and fell, kneeling in the water.
She couldn’t fall… Aoife, you have to leave and reattach the severed finger to Ethan.
Using both feet, she crawled out of this place filled with despair and terror, tears uncontrollably streaming down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat, dripping to the ground.
The places bitten by the snakes burned painfully, her hands and feet already a mess of blood and flesh. But this pain was nothing compared to the agony in her abdomen. Aoife coughed, shivering, each cough bringing a stronger stench of blood from her throat. She loosened her grip, and moments later, blood trickled down her chin.
Her skirt stained red, Aoife stared blankly. How could there be so much blood on her dress?
Her body was damp, with a sticky heat flowing down her legs to her ankles, her vision going dark. The abdominal pain continued to torment her, intensifying, as though her organs were being pulled out of place by the throbbing pain.
It turned out… it wasn’t cold sweat on her legs, but the blood she had shed.
Finn pulled her out of the water, seeing that Aoife had truly gone this far for Ethan. His eyes stung with tears, an indescribable pain in his chest.
Finn was never a good person; he resorted to despicable tactics in business, possessed by a cruel desire to control – if he couldn’t possess, he would destroy. Many called him heartless and cold-blooded, much like this venomous snake.
But now… he found himself tearing up out of “jealousy”.
For the first time, Finn lacked his usual confidence. Aoife seemed to truly not care about him anymore; the most important place in her heart had shifted from him to Ethan.
Aoife raised her eyes, a mist in them, devoid of any trace of Finn. She was purely driven by her remaining consciousness, pushing Finn’s hand away, collapsing to the ground again, wet and crawling towards Ethan, leaving a winding trail of blood…