The country girl that Jonathan had hated so much he wouldn't even look at had now become a lady who could shout at me.
I looked at Tiffany with amusement, then at Jonathan, whose eyes softened at Tiffany's touch. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, clapping and praising them.
"Actually," I started to speak as I smiled at Tiffany and Jonathan.
"You two are really a good match."
"There's a saying."
I paused for a moment. Then, it came to me.
"A bitch and a dog, what does that make?"
Jonathan’s face turned gloomy when I said that.
"An everlasting couple. Isn't that right, Jonathan? Hahaha!"
He shouted, "You're asking for trouble!"
Soon enough, Jonathan shoved Tiffany aside and rushed toward me. However, the time gap gave me time to act. Without further ado, I grabbed the dagger from the ground and lunged. When the dagger stabbed Tiffany, I saw his face fall apart. The usually calm man lost control and screamed.
"Tiffany!"
Tiffany's face turned pale as she collapsed into Jonathan's arms. Her eyes were still soft and gentle. She stroked Jonathan's face and looked at him with deep love.
"Jonathan, see? I protected you, too."
"Jonathan … "
After that, Tiffany quickly fainted. Jonathan lost his mind, lifted Tiffany and shouted, "Call a doctor!"
"Is there any doctor here?"
Before Jonathan brought Tiffany to the hospital, he turned and met my eyes. He looked at me with a fiery, murderous gaze.
He then shouted, "Natalie!"
"There is something I wanted to tell you five years ago," Jonathan said as his eyes turned red.
"Before you signed the divorce papers, I told you your brother was still alive."
"The truth is that’s a lie," Jonathan said, turning away.
"Your brother was already dead before I asked you to sign."
"I only said he was alive because that was the only way to make you leave London."
Thunder audibly rolled across the sky. Lightning tore through the clouds as I could still hear my brother's weak voice calling for me. I saw the truck coming straight at us, while Andrew pushed me away with all his strength before he fell under the wheels.
With gentle eyes, he reached for me and called me, "Natalie."
"It hurt."
I could still recall that very moment as I tried to crawl to his side, nearly collapsing into his arms.
But he held my hand softly and said, "But you’ve been protecting me."
"It was worth it."
On that fateful day, I had lost the only person I loved in the world. My brother, Andrew Burnell, fell into a deep sleep. He was separated from me by the heavy door of the hospital. Jonathan dragged me outside the ward, pointed at my sleeping brother inside and demanded my obedience.
"Natalie, why do you think Andrew was there?"
"It was because he saw the nude photos."
"Natalie … Before you hurt me, did you ever think that the person you were hurting was not me? Instead, you’d also hurt your only brother?"
"Natalie, just sign it."
Jonathan then slammed to the floor. As if all my strength had been taken from me, I collapsed, staring at the agreement.
I heard Jonathan say, "If you sign, I will promise you that Andrew will be kept alive."
"If you promise to leave London forever, I promise to take good care of him."
But later ... As soon as I boarded the plane, I received a video from Tiffany. In it, my brother was buried quickly. In fact, he was even buried without a proper tombstone.
Tiffany's voice had a cruel edge as she spoke, "Natalie, this is what happens when you offend me."
"That car accident was not an accident," Tiffany's voice cut into my heart like sharp thorns.
Each word she said stabbed me.
"It was just Jonathan teaching you a lesson. But I did not expect your brother to risk his life for you."
