He Paid Me To Strip So I Smashed His Head Instead Chapter 14

He Paid Me To Strip So I Smashed His Head Instead Chapter 14

For the next few days, I didn’t run into that group.

I tinkered with the equipment I’d bought and started filming. Of course, I showed my face. With a

face like this, it was bound to attract followers.

A few days in, I’d gained a small audience. While working on the channel, I often joked with the live comments. Having them around somehow made the days feel less oppressive, less painful.

Between filming, I went to the hospital for regular checkups. After all, I had the money now.

One day, just after I’d left, a tall, lean figure entered the neurology department.

“Professor, what condition did that patient have?” The man asked. Zack replied, “Brain

calcification syndrome.

So young, too.” He sighed. “Luckily, she’s saved up enough for surgery now.

She was in a bad way before-often skipping meds.

I couldn’t just watch, so I helped a little, but it was a drop in the bucket.

“Luckily, the girl can have the surgery now.”

“Oh, and Ethan,” Zack looked at the newcomer. “You’ll be the lead surgeon for this operation.”

Ethan’s fingers trembled almost imperceptibly.

His voice was dry. “…Okay, Teacher.”

In the following days, aside from hospital visits, I stayed in, working on my account.

Unfortunately, even with a pretty face like mine, my follower count wasn’t growing as desired.

I sighed.

It looked like I really couldn’t make it in the internet business.

I started thinking of other ways to make money. All things considered, squeezing the male leads

seemed easiest.

I scrolled through my contacts. I’d already gotten money from Lucas and tricked Xavier. That left

Ethan.

I couldn’t play favorites.

I had to be inclusive and cause trouble for every male lead equally.

I took out the colorful prescription bottles and arranged them by the bed.

Then I cleaned the house until it was extremely simple, devoid of any life.

I looked in the mirror.

Mm, pale enough complexion, and my lips lacked any color.

Perfect.

Having prepared everything, I changed into a faded white dress.

The comments watched, confused.

[What’s the rival doing?]

[No idea. What’s her scheme this time?]

[Bet she’s trying to scam the male lead for sympathy again.]

I ignored them. After setting everything up, I picked up my phone and dialed Ethan’s number.

He answered quickly, his voice cool and clear.

“Serena?”

“What are you doing this time?”

Ethan’s voice was flat.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I pretended to lose consciousness and collapsed on the floor.

This call was like a pocket dial I made unconsciously after losing consciousness.

He said “hello” a few times on the other end.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up. I’m busy, I don’t have time to deal with your drama.”

Only then did I speak.

“I…”

“It hurts.”

“It hurts… it hurts so much…”

“Mom, I’m hurting…”

On the phone, my voice was light, like a feather, like unconscious muttering in a dream.

There was a pause on the other end.

I kept talking nonsense, “Mom…”

“Mom… Dad…”

“I… I really… hurt a little…”

The call was abruptly hung up on the other end.

The call cut off abruptly. The line went dead, beep… beep… beep…

I put away the weak expression on my face and sat up from the floor.

The weather had turned cooler recently. I couldn’t just lie on the floor waiting for Ethan to come, ri?

Bored, I scrolled onght my phone, waiting for Ethan to arrive.

About ten minutes later, there was a noise outside the door.

I immediately dropped the phone and lay back down by the bed, as if I’d fallen.