He Used Me To Win, I Took My Revenge

Chapter 5

When she woke to the smell of disinfectant, the searing pain shooting up her arm jolted her fully awake instantly.

The next second, she heard Charlotte's voice, "If I hadn't wanted to go there, Vivian wouldn't have gotten such a severe injury..."

Roman spoke softly to soothe her, "It's fine. She's used to this. Nothing will happen to her."

"You're awake?" Roman's gaze landed on her, and when he saw she had woken, he said gently, "With your skill, killing a wolfhound should never have left you this badly injured. Are you angry that I didn't protect you, so you deliberately..."

Vivian let out a cold sneer and cut him off. The laugh pulled at the earlier wound on her abdomen, and her face drained of color at once. "Mr. Lindsay, I am your bodyguard. Why would I wait for my employer to protect me? I'm a bodyguard—just replace me when I die."

Roman stared at her and spoke softly, "You resent me? It was an emergency back then. Charlotte is different from you; she's delicate and fragile. You've fought your way through countless battles, you wouldn't let anything happen to you..."

Vivian's tone was ice-cold, "I wouldn't dare think about that." She turned her head away, unwilling to look at him any longer.

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Three days later, probably to comfort her, Roman offered to take her to a concert.

Hearing his words, Vivian lowered her eyes to hide the tangled emotion in her gaze.

She had grown up in a training camp, where she was only trained in martial arts and assassination. She knew nothing about music, and did not like it at all.

Charlotte, on the contrary, spoke up excitedly, "Roman, you spent millions just to hire Master Deacon to perform for me. You're so good to me..."

Of course, this was all for Charlotte.

When the concert ended, a gunshot rang out. Vivian instinctively stepped in front of Roman to shield him, and pulled out the handgun she carried. Panicked people scattered in all directions, and the crush separated Vivian and Roman.

By the time she found Roman, a bullet had pierced his chest, and blood had soaked through his shirt.

Charlotte stood beside them, trembling in panic, sobbing pitifully. "Roman! Roman!" Vivian immediately lifted Roman onto her back and rushed him to the hospital. Vivian waited anxiously outside the ICU door, her brows knitted tightly together.

Soon after, a doctor came out, "The patient is hemorrhaging badly. We need a blood donation. Which of you is type A?"

The assistant standing nearby spoke up, "I think both Ms. Ziegler and Vivian are type A..."

When Charlotte heard this, she spoke up immediately, "I'm in poor health, I can't donate blood..."

Before she finished speaking, she turned to look at Vivian, "The Lindsay family has raised you for so many years. It's time for you to repay their kindness..."

Vivian said nothing, only stared at her coldly, sneering to herself. But Charlotte mistook her silence for unwillingness to give blood. "What do you mean by this? You won't save Roman? Someone, come hold her down immediately and draw her blood!"

The assistant was caught between two sides, unsure what to do. Charlotte spoke again, "Can't any of you see who is going to be the future mistress of this household?"

The few bodyguards hesitated no longer, and stepped forward to hold Vivian down.

The doctor dared not move. Charlotte drew herself up arrogantly, "If anything happens to Roman, none of you will get away with it!"

The needle pierced Vivian's vein. One tube of extracted blood after another...

They kept drawing for a long time, with no sign of stopping.

Vivian felt her life gradually draining away along with her blood.

In the end, everything went black before her eyes...

When she woke up again, she found that she was actually hanging from a seaside cliff.

A cold gust of wind blew, and she swayed unsteadily.

Before she could figure out what had happened, Roman's voice sounded right beside her ear. "Vivian, how dare you force Charlotte to give blood? Didn't I tell you she's in poor health? Not only that, how dare you betray me and give away my location to the Shepherd family? You hate me this much just for that sickly weakling?"

Vivian understood that she had been framed by Charlotte once again. This time, she chose not to defend herself, and remained silent.

Because no matter how much she said, he would never believe her anyway.

Her life was given to her by Roman, so this might as well be her paying him back.

Seeing her silence, Roman grew even angrier. "Let me see how long you can keep this stubborn mouth shut!"