Back then, I could barely make a living by picking up garbage.

When Elina, the school bully, saw this, she directly led people to surround me, forced me to eat garbage, scalded me with cigarette butts, and robbed me of the money for selling waste.

Just because I was a bastard that no one wanted... I could be bullied at will.

My memory was interrupted by a burst of pain in my body. I covered the right side of my face that had been slapped by her.

"You can't react until I hit you. You're really a bitch." Elina pointed at my nose and cursed fiercely.

She grabbed my ear tightly and warned me.

"If you dare to mention the past in front of Dean, I will definitely not let you off!"

I nodded in a daze.

"Selina, don't you know how to cook for me?"

While I was cleaning Elina's room, Dean's furious voice suddenly came from the dining room.

I was stunned.

Usually, I would cook a big table of his favorite dishes, but he didn't even look at them.

There were even a few times when I knocked them over and picked up the food on the ground.

Why did he suddenly...

I didn't have time to think and ran to the kitchen while Elina was frowning.

I quickly made a table full of dishes.

When they sat down, the porridge and side dishes for myself were still warm.

"You, peel the crabs for me!"

She arrogantly stopped me from entering the kitchen again.

I looked at Dean's cold eyes and began to peel the crab silently.

"Dean, thank you for preparing so many dishes for me."

She turned to look at Dean and kissed him shyly on the cheek.

Dean was obviously a little stunned. His cheeks and ears were flushed. It was rare to see such an innocent look.

In a trance, it seemed to be Edward snuggling up with another woman.

I froze on the spot.

However, my hand was accidentally pierced by the crab pincers. She snorted and complained, "You can't even do this? Fortunately, it was you who was stabbed. You can't even afford if you stab me!"

Dean casually raised his eyes, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and smiled meaningfully. "She's right. Then I'll punish you to swallow this crab leg. Don't chew it."

I frowned. Did he even know what he was talking about?

"It's just a cut in the throat. Worse, it will cause stomach bleeding." He said lightly, "It doesn't matter. I have money. Even if you die, I have money to compensate you."

I was so angry that I even laughed.

He paid no attention to it, and his cold eyes sparkled with provocation.

"You can either eat this crab leg or let Carrie eat it. Pick one."

As soon as he said that, I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar.

Carrie was the nanny of the Watson family and had taken care of them for many years.

While Dean was torturing me, she spoke up for me several times.

Now that Dean wanted to threaten me with Carrie, he knew that I wouldn't be able to bear it...

The bitch covered her mouth and giggled.

I took a deep breath and clenched my fists.

The next moment, I made up my mind. I picked up the crab leg and stuffed it into my mouth in a fit of pique.

No matter how well he pretended, I would no longer be in a trance, because Edward's love for me had always been warm and sincere.

He would never let me suffer even the slightest grievance.

On the other hand, Dean was just a devil.

There was a sharp pain in my throat, and my mouth was instantly filled with the smell of blood. Every time I swallowed, I felt as if I was suffering.

A dark red flush seeped out of the tightly shut corner of my mouth.

Dean frowned. He had only wanted to make things difficult for me, but he hadn't expected me to go all out.

I could hold my head high and endure all the sufferings in the world as long as no one had given me a trace of warmth.

But Edward, who had once warmed me, was gone now.

Instead, it was the devil, Dean, who brought me endless pain!

"Miss Parker, because your vocal cords and Adam's apple are seriously injured, you may not be able to speak again in the future."

The doctor's words made my brain explode. I didn't know how long I had been crying silently...

But I... wouldn't give up...

I was going to return your life to Dean!

Edward once said that he had let Dean down.

They had been raised separately since they were young.

As the heir, Edward was trained independently as the future leader of the Watson Family.

Dean, on the other hand, was born with a weak heart and grew up under Carrie's care, so his conditions were much worse than Edward's.

Dean was unwilling to be a patient. He had to exercise more and more since he was a child to grow up healthily.

If Dean hadn't mentioned it, no one would have known that he had a heart problem.

However, Edward had told me that Dean would not live past 30 years old.

I was the only one who could help him pay for his life.

I made up my mind again.

When I was discharged from the hospital, I went back to the Watson family alone.

The room was pitch-black. I couldn't be bothered to turn on the lights and was about to wash up when I kicked a heavy object. I looked down and was scared out of my wits.

Dean, who hadn't been seen for a long time, frowned and lay on the ground. His collar was wide open and his face was red.

“Lina... Lina...” His eyes were closed as he called out in a low voice.

When I heard this name, I felt an inexplicable irritation in my heart, especially when it came from him.

In the next moment, my wrist was suddenly grabbed by a strong force.

I was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Dean had woken up and his eyes were blurred.

I struggled to get up, but Dean held my face in his hands. He was very similar to Edward, but when I looked closely, I could see the faint mole at the corner of his right eye.

The elders often said that this represented crying often.

"Lina... Didn't you say you wouldn't come...?"

After I slapped him, Dean seemed to have sobered up a little.

"Selina, how dare you hit me?" His voice was cold and he questioned me angrily.

I remained silent. Dean became even angrier and grabbed me by the neck.

"Lina has already told me that you're just putting on an act to gain my sympathy. Do you think you can make me forget that you killed my brother? Dream on!" He roared like a madman.

I slapped him again. This time, I was really angry.

If the guilt was fake.

If I was pretending to be mute.

Then what was real?

Dean frantically pressed my head into the bathtub, which was full of water. When I was about to suffocate, he pulled me out again and repeated it several times.

"Don't think I don't know that you're just following me as a substitute for my brother. You're really a pervert. Your boyfriend is dead, but you're still coveting his brother."

"Then I'll do as you wish!"

This time, Dean threw me directly into the bathtub, tore off my thin shirt, and grabbed my white skin with his big hand.

I stared at him in horror and struggled to make a hoarse sound.

“Dean, what are you doing?”

“What am I doing? Isn't it what you want?”

Dean sneered and unbuttoned his shirt, pressing his handsome face down.

A cold breath blew on my neck.

“No... No...”

"Go to bed."

I struggled in a panic. I couldn't tell whether the face approaching me was Edward or Dean!

They clearly had the same face...

Why...

Why did Dean, the devil, do this to me? Why did he insult me with Edward's face!?

My eyes reddened and I slapped him with all my strength, leaving a mark on his face.

"Dean Watson, you don't even deserve to be Edward's substitute!"

"Edward will never do this to me!"

This slap seemed to calm Dean down. He stared at me like a hungry wolf, gasping for breath.

In the end, he let go of my hand and turned to leave with a wry smile.

Only then did I kneel in the cold bathtub and cry. I could only make a faint sound. "Boohoo..."

The few angry roars that I had tried my best to make just now made my throat hurt even more.

Sure enough, the wound on my throat was seriously inflamed that night. I had a fever for a whole day before I could barely get up and go to the hospital on my own. I was also diagnosed with severe anemia.

Dean hadn't shown up since then. Since Carrie came back, my life had been a little better.

I was drowsy, and there was a loud noise of fierce quarrel and smashing things.

I found that the living room was already in a mess, and almost nothing that could be thrown was spared.

I heard from the other servants that Dean and Elina had a big fight.

Just as she was about to throw herself into the bathroom, a text message popped up on her phone.

"Did you succeed? I don't have money."

It was this text message that Dean had inadvertently caught a glimpse of. It had completely shattered the drama that Elina had planned.

Dean's eyes were as red as blood. He gripped her shoulders tightly and questioned, "Why did you lie to me... Why did everyone lie to me?"

She was so scared that she trembled all over. She tried to explain, "Dean, I really like you..."

He pushed her away violently, raised something beside him, and threw it to the ground.

After she was kicked out, Dean became dispirited. He wasn't in the mood to do anything and didn't have the energy to torture me.

I looked at Dean, who had not eaten for two days.

When would he be unable to hold on?

Only in this way could I give him my heart.

Then, I would leave this cold world.

This hospital was famous for the best treatment for heart disease in the city. All of Dean's information had always been stored here in case of emergency.

The doctor who operated on me last time, Mike, knew that I had a special relationship with Dean.

Perhaps it was because I was too pitiful, or perhaps it was because of he was kind.

Even if I proposed to match Dean's heart with mine, he would secretly carry it out for me.

Our hearts were perfectly matched.

The first time I knew Edward was because he donated blood to me.

At that time, I knew that our blood and organs were a perfect match.

However, Edward was so badly injured that I didn't even have time to donate blood.

I could only return your life to Dean, who had the same blood type as Edward.

It seemed that my will to die was too strong, and things would reverse when things were pushed to the extreme.

The report in Mike's hand was crumpled, and he stared at my mouth excitedly.

"The weather... is... really good..."

I covered my neck in surprise. My external injuries had long healed. After a long period of recuperation, my internal injuries had also gradually healed.

The report was completely torn into two halves.

Mike couldn't hide the sense of accomplishment on his face.

I was also infected by this excitement and decided to participate in the follow-up treatment.

Now I could say a short sentence.

In the end, the information couldn't be completely concealed, and it was still discovered by the hospital. The news quickly reached Dean's ears.

I was just about to say a few more words when I noticed a shadow in the room. I was startled.

I was startled and turned on the light in a panic. Dean was sitting gloomily on the chair.

I turned on the light in a panic and saw him sitting in a chair with a gloomy face. The air pressure was so low that it made me feel suffocated. He was as terrible as the God of Death.

He approached me and asked coldly, "What are you trying to do by approaching me?"