I Texted My Dad One Word The World Burned novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Everyone looked at me with contempt.

“If she could understand what we’re saying, she wouldn’t be putting on this act. It’s like talking to a brick wall!”

“Aiden, are you seriously still falling for this bad acting?”

Aiden, who had been nervous and seemed about to help me, immediately hardened his face.

“Amelia, I almost fell for your trick again!”

“Ivy’s been putting up with all this and still explaining herself to you. And what about you? All you do is throw tantrums, fake being sick, and act jealous!”

I struggled to grab onto his pants leg, my throat tightening as I forced out the words.

“Inhaler… my inhaler…”

He shook me off with a kick, looming over me.

“Amelia, stop pretending.”

“Every time I leave important clients to take you to the hospital, the doctors always say it’s your own problem.”

“Can you just be reasonable for once? My company is on the rise right now. I can’t keep dealing with your drama!”

Ivy leaned against him with a sigh, then casually tossed the inhaler back toward me.

“Fine. You want it that badly? Here.”

I lunged for the rolling bottle, my hands shaking as I pressed it to my lips.

But instead of the usual spray, the canister only made a dry, empty sound.

The medicine was gone.

Ivy had already emptied it, leaving me with an empty bottle to "graciously" return.

“You did this on purpose!”

I was boiling with anger, standing up to slap her, but Aiden kicked me back to the ground.

“Aiden, see? She really was faking it. She has enough strength to hit me. I’m scared… cough, cough…”

“Don’t be. She wouldn’t dare.”

Aiden looked at me coldly. “Stop acting. If you really had asthma, would you have the strength to hit someone?”

Laughter rippled through the room.

“Wow, your acting is terrible! Can’t fake being sick, now you want to fake fainting so Aiden will rush to your side, huh?”

Laughter and mockery rang in my ears as I collapsed to the floor.

Like a fish on the brink of death, I futilely opened and closed my mouth.

“Ai… den… I really have asthma…”

My voice grew fainter, each breath feeling like I was swallowing needles.

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