Chapter 3The Real Heiress’s Last Diary

In the middle of the night, my stomach hurt unbearably. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

It felt like returning to my past life.

Curled up every night, eyes open until dawn.

There was nothing in the room. My mouth was dry, so I fumbled downstairs in the dark to find water.

But I ran into my second brother, Ethan Sterling, in the living room.

Ethan was a pro gamer, so it was normal for him to be up at 2 or 3 AM.

Obviously, Ethan noticed me too.

He looked at me with an ugly expression.

Ethan was the most silent person in the Sterling family.

The original owner hadn't seen a good face from him in the six months she'd been back.

I ignored him. He was probably annoyed just seeing the original owner.

I hunched over and went to the kitchen.

Unbeknownst to me, Ethan was scared by my appearance.

Under the dim night light of the living room.

He clearly saw me sweating profusely from pain, my lips pale.

Except for the unnaturally red scald on my cheek, everywhere else was scary white.

And I was used to looking abnormal from the torture of illness, so naturally, I didn't care.

I leaned on the sink to rest, and the next second, blood surged up, and I vomited blood.

Retches.

I choked out tears in discomfort.

There was movement at the kitchen door; Ethan had followed me in.

I hurriedly turned on the tap to wash away the blood in the sink, cupped my hands, and drank a few mouthfuls of tap water.

Then I heard Ethan's deep voice: "Drink warm water if you're thirsty. Cold water gives you diarrhea."

I hummed softly, lowered my head, and tried to bypass him to leave.

The original owner had barely spoken a few sentences to this second brother, and I had no desire to entangle with this family.

But my wrist was grabbed by Ethan.

I tilted my head to look at him, voice hoarse: "Second Brother, something wrong?"

The close distance allowed Ethan to see the wound on my face more clearly.

He was silent for a while before frowning: "Why didn't you treat the burn on your face?"

I looked at the expression on his face that seemed impatient.

He probably thought this was just some trick to get attention.

I pulled my hand back, nodding randomly, "Mm, going back now."

Too close. Ethan turned on the light and frowned as he approached the sink.

Although the blood had been washed away.

He still keenly saw the traces of red lingering after being washed by the water flow...