Killed Me for Your Precious Angel? Now Pray She Can Save You from Hell - Chapter 54: Chapter 54

The next three days were pure hell for Brooklyn.
She knew exactly why Karina insisted on her company—torture disguised as wedding planning.
Under the blazing summer sun, Karina had her running between dozens of bakeries, carrying sample after sample until Brooklyn was dizzy from dehydration.
At jewelry stores, Karina made her hold fifteen-pound display cases for hours while she tried on earrings, refusing to let Brooklyn rest even when her arms shook uncontrollably.
The worst incident was when Karina "accidentally" spilled scalding coffee down Brooklyn's back, right over her healing wounds. Blood immediately soaked through the bandages.
Brooklyn endured it all in silence.
Just a little longer. Soon I'll be free.
Until today at the bridal boutique.
"Ugh, my legs are killing me from all this standing." Karina suddenly frowned, pointing at Brooklyn. "You. Come massage my feet."
The moment Brooklyn knelt down, Karina kicked her to the floor and ground her stiletto heel into Brooklyn's hand—
"AHHH!"
The razor-sharp heel crushed each finger one by one. Brooklyn's vision went black from the pain, cold sweat instantly soaking her clothes.
Karina smiled sweetly. "Does that hurt? Good. I'm just getting started."
Just as Brooklyn was about to pass out, the boutique door opened.
"Karina."
Kaiden stood in the doorway, witnessing everything.
Karina's face went white. She immediately threw herself into his arms. "Kaiden! Don't get the wrong idea—she put thumbtacks in my shoes, and I lost my temper—"
"No need to explain." Kaiden cut her off, his gaze sweeping coldly over Brooklyn's mangled, bloody hand. "She's just a servant. You're going to be the lady of the house—do whatever you want with her."
He kissed the top of Karina's head. "I only care about your feelings."
Just a servant. That's all I am now.
Karina beamed triumphantly. "Wait here while I try on my dress for you!"
She'd barely disappeared into the fitting room when a thunderous crash echoed from upstairs.
"Oh my God!" A saleswoman screamed. "Miss Wingston fell down the stairs!"
Kaiden's face went ashen. He rushed upstairs and emerged carrying a blood-covered Karina.
As he ran past Brooklyn, he didn't even glance at her crumpled form.
He used to panic if I got a papercut. Now my hand is destroyed and he acts like I don't exist.
Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart, but the pain was so familiar now it barely registered.
Her phone buzzed.
With her mangled fingers, she fumbled to answer.
"Miss Sheridan, your immigration papers are ready for pickup."
She almost sobbed with relief.
Finally. I can finally leave.
She called an Uber immediately, not even bothering to bandage her crushed hand. Nothing mattered except getting those papers and disappearing forever.
Meanwhile, at the hospital.
A doctor burst out of the operating room. "Mr. Sheridan, Miss Wingston has a rare clotting disorder and an extremely rare blood type. Our blood bank is empty!"
Kaiden's face went deadly pale. He barked at his assistant, "Search the entire city for compatible donors. I don't care what it costs—get someone here now!"
The assistant made frantic calls, then returned looking uncomfortable. "Sir, we found one match in the city, but..."
He hesitated.
"Who?" Kaiden's voice was ice.
The assistant bowed his head. "It's... Brooklyn Sheridan."
Brooklyn had just finished packing when security guards burst through the front door and grabbed her shoulders.
These are Kaiden's personal bodyguards. Why is he having me arrested?
Her heart shot into her throat.
Did he remember? Oh God, did his memory come back?