The Girl Came Back from Hell
Language: en
"Go ahead." Liam stood by the operating table, his thin lips parting to utter those two words. His gaze was tender as the spring breeze, as if the blood-stained wedding dress I wore was a bridal gown for a wedding night, not a burial shroud. I opened my eyes and looked at the foster parents behind him—they were gathered around Violet's hospital bed, faces full of affection, not even sparing me a glance. "Mr. Liam," I smiled, shaking the vial in my hand, "this poison—did you prepare it for me, or should I give it to Violet?" The scalpel froze in mid-air. The doctor turned to stone. Liam's…