After saying that, she managed to climb up, faced everyone, and acted as if she was going to fall backward.
The people present reacted quickly and rushed forward to pull her back. I had to admire her. She was so scheming.
She threatened everyone with her life.
Even if the people around didn't react, she gave them enough time to do so. What was more, we were on the second floor, and there was a lawn below.
Her life wouldn't be at risk at all!
Dad held her in his arms, distressed. "Chelsea, you don't have to do anything. You're perfect. She doesn't deserve you to atone for her. You didn't do anything wrong."
Chelsea cried even more sadly, her voice softer, "But Dad, it's my fault. I should die. If it weren't for me, Rosa wouldn't have been angry with you."
Dad shook his head. "When I decided to bring you home, I made up my mind that I would take care of you. I will protect you from whoever wants to blame you. I will stand in front of you."
After speaking, he looked up at Arnold.
"I know you always like that damn girl. Did she ask you to speak for her? Is she trying to sow discord between me and Chelsea? I'm right about her! She is malicious and knows that Chelsea is simple-minded and can't withstand such criticism. Is she trying to force Chelsea to death?"
My father's questioning voice was deafening!
Arnold looked angry.
But Dad didn't give him a chance to speak. Dad looked around at everyone and said fiercely, "From now on, I don't wanna hear this again. Anyone who brings this up again will be forcing Chelsea to death."
I wasn't surprised to hear him say so.
After all, in his eyes, I was almost the most vicious person in the world.
But as I looked at Chelsea, who was such a phony, I couldn't help but feel a little nauseous.
Those who didn't know the truth would think she had suffered a great grievance.
But she tricked me into going down to the basement the other day, telling me that Dad had fainted in there, and asked me to bring him medicine. Back then, the look on her face was totally different.
She let him tie me up and torture me to death. She picked up the dagger with a smirk on her face.
She wasn't pitiful at all.
To be honest, I didn't want to stay here and see how much Dad and Chelsea cared about each other.
But there was an invisible force that tied my soul to my father, and my range of movement was even limited.