(Victoria''s POV)


    "Ethan..." I cried out, rushing toward him with my eyes wide and filled with worry.


    The silver edge of the knife had cut across his forearm, drawing blood that now stained his expensive shirt. My heart raced-not with concern for his injury, but with the opportunity it


    presented.


    In my haste to reach him, I deliberately stumbled, making sure to appear weak and frightened. Ethan''s protective instincts kicked in immediately, just as I knew they would. He reached out


    with his uninjured arm to steady me.


    I fell against his chest, savoring the contact and the way his body tensed


    protectively around mine. From the corner of my eye, I could see Olivia watching us, her emerald eyes burning


    with hatred.


    "Your arm," I whimpered, touching the wound gently. "The silver... it could get infected. Dr. Bet needs to treat it right away."


    I turned toward the elderly healer, who was watching the scene with barely concealed skepticism. "Please, help him. The cut looks deep."


    Dr. Bet approached cautiously, his experienced eyes assessing the situation. "It''s not as serious as it appears, but silver wounds do require prompt attention."


    I clung to Ethan''s shirt, making sure to position myself between him and Olivia. Despite her murderous re, I wasn''t truly afraid-not with Ethan here. He would never let her harm me, especially not after witnessing her violent outburst.


    "I was so frightened," I whispered, loud enough for Olivia to hear. "The way she came at me with that knife... if you hadn''t been here..."


    I let my voice trail off, allowing Ethan''s imagination to fill in the rest. His jaw tightened, and I knew my words had hit their mark.


    (Olivia''s POV)


    The sight of Victoria pressed against Ethan''s chest made my blood boil. Her performance was wless-the trembling voice, the wide, frightened eyes-but I could see the triumph lurking


    beneath her facade.


    +15 Points)


    Without thinking, I lunged forward and grabbed the silver-edged hunting knife from where it had fallen. Victoria''s eyes widened in genuine fear as I advanced toward her, the knife clutched tightly in my bleeding hand.


    "You killed my daughter," I snarled, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears. "You desecrated her grave, and now you''re going to pay."


    A surge of protective maternal rage consumed me. This wasn''t just about Victoria''s maniption of Ethan or her constant scheming. This was about Lily- my sweet, innocent daughter who had died because Victoria redirected her kidney donor to Emma.


    Ethan reacted with lightning speed, pushing Victoria out of the way. She crashed into the coffee table with a satisfying thud, sending decorative items scattering across the floor.


    I turned on her fallen form, knife raised. For once, the fear in her eyes was real.


    "Olivia, stop!" Ethan pleaded, stepping between us. "This isn''t you. You need to calm down."


    "Calm down?" Iughed bitterly. "She killed our daughter, Ethan! She made sure Lily didn''t get


    that kidney transnt. She''s the reason our baby is dead!"


    Victoria scrambled backward, her eyes wide. "She''s insane! Ethan, don''t listen to her!"


    I lunged again, determined to reach her, but Ethan caught my wrist. His amber eyes locked with mine, filled with concern and something else-fear. Not for himself, but for me.


    "Olivia, please," he said softly. "This isn''t the way. Put down the knife."


    For a moment, I hesitated. Then Victoria''s voice cut through the tension.


    "She''spletely lost her mind," she whimpered. "Just like when she attacked me at the


    cemetery."


    The reminder of what she''d done to Lily''s grave reignited my fury. I wrenched my arm free from Ethan''s grip and lunged toward Victoria again.


    "I''ll kill you for what you did to my daughter!" I screamed.


    Ethan''s expression hardened. He caught my eye and gave a subtle nod to someone behind


    1. me. Before I could react, I felt a sharp prick in my arm.


    Dr. Bet had moved silently behind me, a syringe in his hand. The sedative worked quickly, spreading through my veins like ice water.


    "No," I gasped, my limbs growing heavy. "Ethan, don''t let her... don''t let her get away with this..."


    The knife ttered to the floor as my fingers lost their strength. I copsed, and Ethan caught


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    me before I hit the ground.


    +15 Points >


    As consciousness slipped away, I locked eyes with him onest time. I poured


    every ounce of my hatred and sense of betrayal into that final gaze.


    How could he do this to me? How could he choose her over our daughter''s memory?


    Thest thing I saw before darkness imed me was Ethan''s face, his expression torn


    between concern and regret.


    (Victoria''s POV)


    I watched in satisfaction as Olivia copsed in Ethan''s arms, the sedative taking effect quickly. Dr. Bet had acted just in time-another moment and she might have reached me


    with that knife.


    "Ethan," I called out weakly, clutching my head where it had struck the coffee table. "I feel


    dizzy..."


    I swayed dramatically, making sure he noticed my distress. The cut on my forehead had reopened, blood trickling down my temple once more.