The glass shards held in her hand, just like Finn said, would not cut her carotid artery, and even if it did, this is a hospital, the resuscitation doctors are all here, she won’t die for a while.
It couldn’t kill her, but it could serve a greater purpose.
Aoife clenched the sharp glass in her hand tightly: “Finn, I remember you once told me that my strength was being clean. Now, do you think that I have had a child with another man, is this body of mine still considered clean?”
Finn didn’t know why Aoife suddenly said these things, and he couldn’t afford to dwell on it. He could only stare intently at the glass in Aoife’s hand, planning in his mind how to prevent her from hurting herself.
Just as Finn was about to speak, he suddenly saw a strange smile on Aoife’s face. Her dark eyes were devoid of any light, she tilted her head, lips curling upwards, and in the next moment, the glass that was originally aimed at her neck was now at her cheek.
“Back then, did you get close to me because of this face of mine…?”
In an instant, Finn realized what Aoife was about to do. His whole body went cold, numb with shock. He couldn’t help but roar, “I won’t allow it! Aoife, you dare!”
However… it was too late. Aoife didn’t hesitate at all. Her body no longer felt any pain, as if she were a soulless puppet. The sharp glass shard aimed just below her eye socket.
Her eyes didn’t blink, empty and staring in a certain direction. When she saw a blurry figure running towards her, she didn’t hesitate to press down with force, slicing from her eye corner to her jaw. The sharpness of the glass couldn’t compare to a blade, the uneven surface of the glass scraping against her skin would cause more pain, a gruesome wound, skin tearing, contorted and uneven, crimson blood rushed out from her flesh, flowing from her jaw to her neck in just a few seconds, dyeing half her face red.
Finn, who had lost his sanity, had rushed to Aoife’s side at this moment. He knelt down, tightly gripping Aoife’s right hand that held the glass, feeling a shock in his wrist. Aoife’s fingers opened uncontrollably, the glass shard slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a clatter.
Finn was like a wild beast, “Aoife, how could you-”
Aoife still smiled, her lips twitched in pain, trying to maintain a smile. Her pitch-black eyes were sinister.
“What do I not dare?” Aoife weakly raised her head, her voice hoarse, “Finn, what do you still see in me that you like? If you like something, I’ll destroy it.”
How cold must a person’s hand be to feel that the blood flowing out is scalding hot? Finn cradled Aoife’s jaw, the gruesome wound marring half her face, a face that should have been flawless, now completely ruined.
The blood on her face continued to flow out, wetting Finn’s whole palm with just a touch.
“Finn, am I still worthy of your obsession in this state? I’m no longer perfect in your eyes, I don’t have a clean body, no more beautiful face, I can’t even see anymore, I don’t love you anymore… what else do you want from me? What do you still see in me?” Aoife said weakly, she couldn’t see Finn, but she could feel him close by, perhaps close enough to see the ugliness of her bleeding face.
Finn breathed shakily, wanting to say something but unable to. He never expected that the timid Aoife, to seek revenge, could go to this extent, destroying her own face.
The words of Aoife echoed in his ears, he turned to the doctor beside him, as if paralyzed by fear, shouting, “What are you standing there for! Hurry up and treat her wounds, I warn you, I won’t allow a scar on her face, and her eyes must be healed! If you can’t, I’ll destroy this hospital!”
Aoife’s face was barely showing any hint of color, even her lips were turning pale due to excessive blood loss. The smile on her lips slowly faded as well. She slowly raised her left hand, reaching out to touch Finn’s ear gently, “Do you dare to do a DNA test for that child to see if she is really Ethan’s child? I bet you’ll be in agony once you know the truth!”
She could feel Finn’s trembling, she knew he was afraid. She never thought that the proud Finn would be afraid one day, she thought he feared nothing?
“Finn, as long as I’m not dead, they will be alive. Are you concerned about my life? If you want them dead, you’ll have to step over my dead body. I have nothing else to lose.” She lightly embraced his neck, “Let’s torture each other.”
Finn was almost in frenzy, his usually calm mind in chaos.
Finn loathed this feeling of being out of control, as if his heart was being tightly gripped, as if it would be crushed in the next moment.
He looked at the bloodied Aoife in his arms, almost going insane with the sight. Was this Aoife? How could this be Aoife? The one who cooked for him every day and welcomed him back with loving eyes? The one who softly called him “Mr. Snearl” as soon as she saw him? The one who pleaded for mercy with just a glance? The timid one? The weakling?
Finn suddenly felt as if his heart had disappeared, his chest felt empty, as if he wanted to rip open his chest and check.
Finn never thought that Aoife, in his arms, would threaten him so boldly by gently touching his ear and speaking such threatening words. She had become smarter, she finally found Finn’s weakness.
It was at that moment that Finn realized, his weakness was Aoife, he could harm Aoife because he knew she wouldn’t die. In front of this woman, he felt like a “god” who controlled life and death.
He was so confident, thinking he could tie this woman to his life, but he forgot, “seeking death” was an illness, a disease that even the most skilled doctor couldn’t cure.
…
The doctor called a nurse to bring a medical kit, to disinfect Aoife, the wound on her cheek was deep, the nurse was trembling with fear, it was hard to imagine how much force was used to make that cut, small shards of glass were mixed in the wound, the doctor carefully used tweezers to pick out these glass fragments from the wounds.
The wound on her cheek couldn’t be fully anesthetized, even partial anesthesia had to be done carefully. For safety reasons, the effect of anesthesia was almost negligible.
Aoife’s wound was deep, requiring stitches. The needle pierced through the flesh, pulling it taut to close the wound. Aoife convulsed in pain, her muscles twitching, the sound of the needle piercing her flesh and stitching could be heard clearly.
Outside the intensive care unit, Finn watched Aoife restrained, his heart twisted like a knife.