Poisoned For Her Lover

That afternoon, Amelia pushed my wheelchair into the backyard of the Morgan estate.

Today was Amelia's grandfather, Noah Morgan's eightieth birthday celebration.

He sat in a large armchair, holding Amelia and Liam's son, Ben, in his arms. The wrinkles on his face deepened as he smiled.

"Oh, my precious grandson! So smart!"

Amelia pushed me closer, and the smile on Noah's face instantly disappeared.

Dressed in a custom-tailored suit, Liam immediately stepped forward and patted Noah's chest.

"Grandpa, don't be upset. Damien isn't in good health, and he's not right in the head. Everyone should be a little more understanding."

Noah let out a cold snort and jabbed the tip of his cane at the wheel of my wheelchair.

"Understanding? He's a jinx who brought ruin to his entire family! Just looking at him is bad luck!"

I stared at Noah's harsh face.

Then I grabbed a set of glass cups from the table and smashed them onto the ground.

Crash!

Fragments scattered everywhere.

Pointing at Noah, I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Blood! Take my blood! The old man is dying! Take my blood and save him!"

The area instantly fell silent.

Five years ago, Noah suffered massive blood loss during surgery for kidney failure.

Ignoring my weakened condition, I donated a full 800cc of blood and pulled him back from death's door.

Doing so nearly cost me my life.

Noah flew into a rage. He jumped to his feet and pointed at my nose as he cursed.

"You lunatic! What nonsense are you talking about? Your blood is filthy! Draining it all was a blessing that let you climb into the Morgans!"

I turned to look at Amelia.

She wasn't looking at me at all.

Instead, she was sitting on a sofa, perched on Liam's lap.

Peeling a grape with her fingers, she fed it into Liam's mouth.

After he finished eating it, Amelia pulled out a wet wipe and cleaned her hands. Then she casually waved to the bodyguards.

"Push Damien farther away. Don't let him disturb Grandpa or the guests."

The bodyguards immediately stepped forward and roughly dragged my wheelchair backward.

Holding their wine glasses, the guests pointed and whispered without restraint.

"See that? The former business genius is nothing more than a drooling cripple now."

"Ms. Morgan has already done more than enough for him. Besides, she and Liam already have a child. He's the real son-in-law."

I wiped the moisture from my face.

Using my hands, I turned the wheels myself and slowly rolled toward the back garden.

After passing along a stone path, I stopped outside a huge glass greenhouse.

The lights inside were off, but by the moonlight, I could see everything clearly.

Amelia was straddling Liam's lap, and the two of them were tangled together.

Liam gripped her waist with both hands.

"Honey, does it feel good?"

Breathing heavily, Amelia covered his mouth with her hand.

"Keep your voice down. What if that idiot comes looking for us..."

Then she turned her head.

Her gaze passed through the transparent glass and met my eyes.

Liam followed her line of sight and looked over.

Not only did he not stop, but he deliberately moved closer to her.

Looking directly at me, he exaggerated each word with his lips.

"Cripple."

A twisted excitement flashed through Amelia's eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, she turned around and let Liam press her against the glass.

Dull thuds echoed through the greenhouse.

I watched the shameless scene before me.

Expressionless, I turned my wheelchair away.

‘Since everything had been my own wishful thinking and the two of you were worse than animals, I'll give you exactly what you want.’

I wheeled myself into the most secluded corner of the garden.

From inside my sleeve, I pulled out a photograph.

In the picture, my sister wore a ponytail and smiled brightly.

Now, she was locked behind the iron doors of a psychiatric hospital, injected with large doses of sedatives every day.

Tears burst from my eyes.