A Robot Bride Buried By His Bias Chapter 05

A Robot Bride Buried By His Bias Chapter 05

The air on the balcony vanished.

Gabriel sat on the ground.

His eyes bulged.

He stared at the severed arm with its wires and metal joint.

Not a drop of blood.

Only charred wires sparking faint blue electricity.

The cold wind blew the pungent machine oil scent straight up his nose.

Ice-cold to the touch, shockingly heavy.

His knees began to tremble violently.

Sophie huddled by the railing.

She clamped her hand over her mouth, gasping in broken breaths.

Chloe had just run upstairs.

Seeing this, her legs gave out.

A distorted scream pierced the night.

She collapsed by the doorframe, covering her eyes.

Gabriel’s hand twitched.

The heavy silicone arm hit the tiles.

Metal struck with a dull thud.

Thud.

The sound hammered everyone’s heart.

I looked down.

Low battery warning flooded my optics with red static.

My vision blurred.

I stared at the arm on the ground.

My motherboard struggled to process for a full minute.

I slowly squatted.

Picking up the limb with my one good hand.

Anti-rust oil from the cross-section smeared my coat.

Expressionless, I aligned the metal ball joint with the shoulder socket.

I pressed hard.

Click.

Gear grinding pierced the dead silence.

But the internal latches had snapped from the violence.

The moment I let go.

The arm dropped heavily again.

Smashing onto my foot.

“The latch broke.”

I stated the physical fact in a flat tone.

“Sorry I scared you.”

“Could have fixed it, but it’s totaled now.”

Gabriel gasped sharply.

He scrambled up from the floor.

Pointing at me, his hand spasmed.

His brain rejected the supernatural sight.

He desperately sought excuses in reality.

“Special effects!”

“This is just a silicone prop and mechanical rig you bought!”

“Luna, to dodge the donation, you dressed up like this freak to pull a stunt!”

He roared at the top of his lungs.

Veins bulged on his neck.

He tried to mask his extreme terror.

Sophie clutched at straws.

She shrieked in agreement.

“Yes!”

“It’s fake!”

“It must be a high-tech prosthetic she bought!”

She rushed forward like a madwoman.

Grabbing my remaining right hand.

She wanted to prove it was a prank.

“Take it off!”

She yanked outward with all her might.

Grind.

A teeth-grating metal screech echoed.

My right shoulder joint visibly dislocated.

The whole shoulder slanted down.

My right arm swung like a broken pendulum.

Completely losing its lifting function.

Sophie screamed and let go.

She stumbled back, landing hard in a puddle.

Terrified out of her wits.

Gabriel neared a breakdown.

Eyes bloodshot, he stepped forward.

He wanted to rip my clothes to verify.

Beep.

The villa’s smart lock beeped as it was overridden.

A lean man in a gray trench coat strode in.

His eyes were sunken.

He carried a black metal thermal case full of repair tools.

Leo.

The brother who spent his entire fortune to pull me back from death.

Leo walked upstairs.

Surveying the balcony mess.

His gaze landed on the dropped left arm and my slanted right shoulder.

His eyes behind the glasses turned ice-cold.

He turned to the living room.

Slamming the metal case onto the coffee table.

The crash shook the crystal chandelier.

Gabriel chased in, glaring at him.

“Gabriel.”

Leo sneered.

“You want to harvest my sister’s kidney? I won’t stop you.”

“But let’s settle the three-year silicone chassis wear-and-tear first.”

“And the core battery depletion fee. Let’s clear the bill before you do anything.”