One slash.
Its just one slash, right?
Its okay, it wont hurt in a moment!
Anyway, Atticus Finch has never had any affection for her face, so its better to ruin it!
Thinking of this, Scout remembered a saying: "Unselfish giving can only be replaced by selfish harm, love should not be too humble."
And her mother, at the moment, is still in the hospital bed, relying on oxygen to sustain her life.
So-called truth, love, beauty, are no longer important.
Biting her teeth, she picked up the tip of the knife and made up her mind to slash her face. The stabbing pain made her frown and clench her fingers, but she held back her tears.
Scout Finch, you cant cry, you cant lose, and you cant let people laugh at you!
In that moment, a bright red and dazzling scar appeared on Scouts face. The scar was very deep, so deep that people could see the flesh and blood under the skin.
Blood, following the wound, one drop, two drops, three drops...
"Now, is it okay?" Scout discarded the fruit knife, looked at Myrtle with cold eyes, and said coldly. Her slightly trembling body was well concealed.
Myrtles eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Scout.
She never thought that this crazy woman would really slash her own face!
After all, she loves Atticus Finch so much, how could she, how could she ruin her own appearance?!
Myrtle knew that a person who could be so cruel to herself would have no scruples.
But so what, a fool like her who is destined to be trampled on the bottom, who would care!
"Scout Finch, why are you so stupid?" Myrtle got off the bed, patted Scouts bloody and fleshy cheek, then wiped the blood off her hand with a towel, and slowly said, "What if I change my mind and destroy that heart? Wouldnt your face be slashed in vain?"
"Is that so?" Scout endured the pain on her face, sneered, and said, "Then you try it! If you do that, we might as well fight to the death?"
Scout took out her mobile phone from her pocket and shook it, her mouth slightly hooked: "I had already turned on the voice memo on my mobile phone before I came in. If I send our conversation today to Atticus Finch, or post it online, what would be the outcome?"
"You!" Myrtle was shocked. She didnt expect that this woman had actually become smart, damn it, its her own carelessness, "Im not afraid of these threats. If you dare to send it, then you wont get out of this door today!"
Dududu... At this moment, Myrtles mobile phone suddenly rang. When she saw the content of the text message on her mobile phone, she was so angry that she trembled all over.
"Boss, Atticus Finch has arrived at the hospital parking lot."
Myrtle hung up the phone, pinched Scouts jaw fiercely, and said maliciously, "Scout Finch, you dont think Im afraid of your leverage! Its just a broken heart, Ill give it to you as a favor, get out of here!"
Faced with Myrtles sudden change, Scout didnt have the mind to think about it. As long as her mother could survive, then all the efforts would be worth it: "I hope you can keep your word."
Walking out of the ward, Scout covered her face and quickened her pace, only to bump into a man with a beard. Before she could turn to leave, the man grabbed her hand tightly.
Ding! The elevator door opened, and the man suddenly grabbed Scouts hand and put it on his chest, his eyes extremely hot, and said, "Baby, have you forgotten our first time? Are you really so ruthless? What youre doing, whats the difference with the heartless Atticus Finch you said?"
"Let go! What are you talking about?" Scout panicked and tugged at her hand, shouting, "Let go! Youve mistaken someone!"
Atticus stepped out of the elevator and heard such a conversation. His face twitched slightly, and he walked up to the two and sneered, "Scout Finch, we havent divorced yet, right? Youre so desperate for sex... and you chose this kind of guy?"
"No, its not like that." Scout didnt expect to meet Atticus here, and she didnt want him to see the wound on her cheek, so she could only explain from the side.
The bearded mans momentum shrank a lot after seeing Atticus, and seeing the two start to argue, he cursed and let go of Scout, mumbling and turning away. However, his hasty steps still revealed his panic.
"Scout Finch, I warn you, if you want to be cheap, go somewhere else, but please dont come to the hospital to harm my Myrtle. If she loses a hair, I will make you lose a piece of meat."
Scout smiled bitterly, her side hair was stuck to the blood and flesh on her cheek, and it ached from time to time with her movements: "Do you always see me as such a poisonous woman in your heart? Even if I am really innocent."
Atticus didnt respond, and his heart was still blocked by the existence of the bearded man: "What kind of person you are, you know it in your heart, but Im curious, the money I gave you is not less, right? Do you need to find such a bad man? To humiliate yourself? Or to humiliate me!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Scout clenched her fists and looked up at him, her bloody face finally exposed, and she shouted angrily, "Do you have to misunderstand me like this? Do you have to treat me as such a lowly woman? Do you think everyone is like Myrtle Wilson, a white lotus, a green tea bitch?!"
"Your face?!"
Atticuss eyes widened as he took in the sight of Scouts disfigured face.
"I didnt do this for your pity or understanding," Scout snapped, her voice quivering with a mix of pain and anger. "I did it to save my mothers life. You wouldnt understand; you only see what you want to see."
Atticus was taken aback by the raw emotion in her voice. He had never seen Scout like this鈥攕o vulnerable yet fierce at the same time.
"Scout..." he began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words.
"Save your breath, Atticus," she cut him off, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Youve made it clear where I stand with you. I wont waste my breath trying to change your mind."
With that, Scout turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Atticus standing there, a mixture of confusion and regret washing over him.