Belle Bloom swung the axe down. But since she was just an ordinary person, her strength and aim were terrible. She only managed to leave a shallow gash across Flora Bloom’s collarbone.

She raised the axe again. Looking at Flora Bloom’s listless face, she laughed, her spirits high.

"My dear sister, ever since we were little, Mom and Dad gave you the best of everything. As for me? I only ever got what you didn’t want. Even my toys were your leftovers. Do you have any idea how much I hate you?"

Belle Bloom’s voice trembled. With a loud cry, as if to steel her nerves, she swung the axe toward Flora Bloom’s temple.

Flora Bloom jerked her head aside in terror. The axe barely missed, grazing her forehead and carving a deep gash across her face. Blood streamed down her cheek.

"Hahahaha, aren’t you scared?"

"You know what I hate most about you?"

Flora Bloom looked up, her face covered in blood. Though she could feel the vines binding her draining all her strength, she discovered she could use her will to absorb the restorative space water.

But because the space water could heal her wounds instantly, she didn’t dare absorb too much. She drew on just enough to stanch the bleeding before stopping.

At the same time, as she absorbed the space water, some of her strength slowly began to return.

Whatever the vines drained, the space water replenished.

In this back-and-forth, Flora Bloom could feel her superpower slowly solidifying, growing stronger from the struggle.

Her current weakness was, naturally, an act. Aside from feeling a little tired, she wasn’t seriously hurt.

"Belle Bloom, this is all because of Shelton Underwood, isn’t it? You can have a scumbag like him. I couldn’t care less."

"Couldn’t care less? If you couldn’t care less, then why did you accept his advances and get together with him? You hypocrite! Let me tell you something. That night at the bar? I was the one who had someone spike your drink with an aphrodisiac. But who knew? Why is there always someone around to save you?"

"Save me? Do you know who it was that night?"

Belle Bloom’s words suddenly piqued Flora’s curiosity.

"Hahahaha, why should I tell you? I want you to know that you’re nothing but a used-up slut. Timothy shouldn’t be wasting his efforts on you!"

Belle Bloom would never forget the sight of that god-like man from that night. She had taken a drugged Flora Bloom to the arranged meeting spot to find those men, and he had appeared.

’Why? Why, even in a situation like that, does a man like him appear like a knight in shining armor to save her? But what about me? When that pervert Seth was assaulting me, who came to my rescue? Scott just cowered in the corner. Why can’t I ever meet one man worthy of my trust?’

Flora Bloom suddenly broke into a mocking grin and asked, "I’m curious. You’re so in love with Shelton Underwood, so why didn’t you tell him I slept with someone else?"

"I—!"

Belle Bloom’s face suddenly went deathly pale, and her eyes lost focus. She recalled the man who had saved Flora. He had held a gun and killed every single one of the disgusting men she had hired. Finally, he had pointed the gun at her and said that if he ever found out a third person knew what happened that night, he would make sure there wasn’t enough of her left to bury.

She had been terrified. The next day, she’d gone to see Shelton Underwood, hoping she could get away with it. But that same man had appeared at Shelton’s house. And when he saw her, he gave her a wicked, chilling smile that screamed, ’If you dare say a word, I’ll kill you.’

Furthermore, Shelton Underwood and his father had been incredibly respectful toward this man, so Belle Bloom knew he was not someone she could afford to cross. And so, she had reluctantly buried the secret of what happened to Flora that night, letting it fester inside her.

After all, if Flora used this incident to get close to a man like that, Belle knew she would go absolutely mad with jealousy.

But this only made Flora more curious. ’Belle hates me, all because she’s jealous that I was with Shelton Underwood. So why would she keep quiet about something that could deal me such a blow and completely ruin my reputation?’

Belle Bloom’s reaction suddenly made Flora genuinely curious about the identity of Polly Bloom’s father.

Belle Bloom snapped out of her reverie, her gaze on Flora growing even more crazed.

"But... even if I don’t tell, you won’t get another chance to be with Timothy. After all, you’re about to die." Belle suddenly leaned in, whispering into Flora’s ear in a voice only the two of them could hear, "After you’re dead, I will find Father and Timothy, and I will live a wonderful life in this godforsaken world. As for your mother... she will be joining you very, very soon for a little mother-daughter reunion."