NovelOnlineAndrea thought Grace was such a bitch.
"Andrea, let go of me!" Liam shouted.
But Andrea wouldn't. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she clung to Liam's arm. "My stomach hurts, too! How
cyou didn't care this much about me? | need painkillers just as much!"
She snatched the bottle out of his hand and, without hesitation, shoved all the pills into her mouth-only to spit
them out seconds later.
She was pregnant. There was no way she'd actually swallow them, but the act of retching and spitting ruined the
pills completely.
Liam's hands trembled with rage as he stared down at the destroyed medication. Then, he snapped. His hand
lashed out, slapping her across the face.
In that moment, fury clouded his vision. He genuinely wanted to strangle her. Something dark twisted inside him
as he stared her down. He grabbed his keys and stormed out the door without saying another word.
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He'd go buy a new bottle himself—he didn't have tto deal with Andrea.
She stood there, stunned, one hand cradling her stinging cheek. She'd been sure he'd comfort her, not hit her.
But instead, he just left-quiet, angry, and gone.
Tears streamed down her face as rage bubbled up in her chest. This was exactly what Grace wanted, she thought
bitterly. She got exactly what she cfor.
It was the first tLiam had ever laid a hand on her.
She was supposed to be his fiancée, his future wife-the next matriarch of the Lambert family. Yet, he slapped
her?
Now furious to the point her scalp tingled, Andrea stomped upstairs and kicked open Grace's bedroom door.
Grace was curled up in bed, her face bloodless, barely aware of the sounds around her.
Her world was a blur-nothing but blinding, gut-wrenching pain. She was on the verge of passing out.
Andrea stood by the bed, eyes red, lips curled in a sneer. "You're still pretending, huh? Liam's out buying you
pain meds now. Feeling proud of yourself? Got what you wanted, didn't you, bitch?"
She walked into the bathroom, filled a basin with cold water, and marched back to the bed. Without warning, she
dumped it all over Grace.
"Are you still faking it?"
Her fury was boiling over, burning hotter with every slap of pain on her cheek.
But Grace didn't move. She didn't even flinch. She was already hanging on by a thread. Now, that icy water cut
through her like knives.
She forced herself to sit up, vision swimming, unable to see what was in front of her. She leaned over the edge of
the bed, trying to throw up, but nothing came.
Andrea raised a brow and tossed the basin aside. "See? | knew you were faking it. Just a second ago, you looked
half-dead; now you're sitting up."
Grace could hear her now. But the pain was so unbearable, she didn't even have the energy to feel angry.
Andrea, seeing she still wasn't getting a reaction, bent down to grab the basin again. She filled it a second time
and made her way back.
Just as she raised the water to throw it again, the bedroom door burst open.
Liam stood there, soaked in sweat, holding a new bottle of painkillers. He froze when he saw Andrea with the
basin in her hand.
His voice dropped into something deadly cold. "What the hell are you doing?" he questioned.
Andrea didn't flinch. She dumped the water anyway. "Liam, can't you see? She's faking it. She's manipulating
you. Don't fall for it."
Until now, Liam had never truly believed someone could be this cruel, this twisted. Now he understood why his
sister had warned him about Andrea.
He saw it as clear as day-behind that innocent face was something venomous. And he'd finally seen it for what it
was.
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