Despair enveloped Lucy Honeychurch as she looked down at her hands, now wrapped in bandages, her eyes filled with deepening resentment. It was infuriating that her strength had been insufficient to inflict more than a flesh wound on Edward Cullen, and instead, her own hands were left in this state.
No, she had to find a way to escape! And then come back to avenge her child.
An escape plan was born in her mind.
For several days in a row, Edward did not go to the company but stayed at Cullen Mansion to recuperate, and Isabelle dutifully took care of him. Lucys escape plan had to be postponed again and again; she could no longer wait: "Edward Cullen! Isabelle has been taking care of you so diligently these days, dont you think you should take her out for some fresh air?"
Edward, sitting across the table, slammed the book he was holding onto the table and glared at her: "You just want to escape, dont you? Lucy Honeychurch! I know what youre thinking!"
Lucy sneered, "Youre overthinking it! Ive already agreed to divorce you; what other thoughts could I have? My hands are ruined, and I have to let her take care of me. Hah, Im afraid I cant afford it! Why dont you call Mrs. Bates over?"
Edwards deep eyes narrowed, "Cant afford it? When you lied and took me away from Isabelle back then, I didnt see you saying you couldnt afford it these past five years!"
"I didnt steal you! Back then, I was naive, and you lured me, and I was bewitched," Lucy gritted her teeth, looked up, and said, "But now that Ive been punished, I choose to grant you both your wish."
Edward frowned and grabbed her collar, pulling her close: "Lucy Honeychurch, what do you think of me?"
"What do I think of you?" Lucys contemptuous gaze swept over Edwards face, "I think of you the same way you think of me!"
Isabelle, who had just arrived at the door, called out loudly upon seeing the intimate interaction between the two, "Edward! Lucy! Its time for dinner!"
Edward stared at Lucy for a moment, let go of her, and turned to walk into the dining room.
Lucy clenched her fists, enduring the pain, and followed.
"Oops!" Isabelle, carrying a large bowl of soup, bumped into Lucy.
Edward looked at the wet bandages on Lucys hands with a hint of doubt in his eyes. His fists unclenched and clenched again.
Isabelle took all of this in.
She didnt expect Edward to have developed feelings for this woman. She couldnt let Lucy stay by Edwards side any longer. She quickly said, "Edward! Both Lucy and I are scalded; could you go upstairs and get the first aid kit?"
As soon as Edward went upstairs, Isabelles expression instantly lost its softness.
"Lucy Honeychurch! You dont really want to escape from here, do you? I can help you, but..."
Lucy couldnt figure out this woman and asked cautiously, "But what?"
"But you have to divorce Edward."
"Okay." Lucy agreed without hesitation.
Isabelle saw Edward coming out of the room and gave Lucy a meaningful look.
Lucy stepped forward, slapped her, and scolded, "Isabelle, I tell you, I will be with Edward Cullen for the rest of my life, and I will not divorce him."
"Moreover, dont think that just because youre good at medicine, you can cure my body. As long as I, Lucy Honeychurch, dont want to get better, no one can cure me. I am still Mrs. Cullen, and no one can drive me away!"
Isabelle knew in her heart that Lucy was deliberately retaliating and hitting herself, but she couldnt fight back. She covered her face and seemed to want to say something but stopped: "Lucy! I..."
"Bang," Edward directly threw the first aid kit on Lucy, and scolded angrily, "Bitch! If you dont want to get better, just tell me, Edward Cullen, and I promise you will never get better in this life!"