The System Offered Death As My Only Exit Chapter 07

The System Offered Death As My Only Exit Chapter 07

Annie cried for a long time.

The nurses passing by only glanced at her before lowering their heads and walking around her.

Someone whispered, “Is that the ungrateful little girl?”

“I heard she was the one who handed Mrs. Whitmore the fornrand drove her to her death.”

“Quiet. Mr. Whitmore is still inside.”

Annie didn’t understand what they meant, but she could feel the way their eyes had changed when they

looked at her, as if she were something dirty.

She wiped her tears and climbed to her feet, then stumbled toward Vivian’s room.

When she pushed the door open, Vivian was sitting up in bed, looking at herself in a mirror. Her face had regained a healthy glow, and she looked brighter and more alive than ever.

The moment she saw Annie come in, Vivian frowned.

“Who told you to come in?”

Annie froze for a second, then walked over timidly.

“Miss Vivian, I fell. It hurts.”

She reached out, wanting to tug at Vivian’s sleeve.

But Vivian jerked her arm away as if something filthy had touched her.

“Don’t touch me.”

Annie froze.

Vivian looked down and saw the bloodstains on the hem of her dress. Open disgust flashed through her eyes.

“You reek of blood. Bad luck follows you, just like your mother.”

Annie’s small face went pale.

“Miss Vivian, didn’t you say you liked me the most?”

“Didn’t you say you would dance with me once Mommy stopped making trouble?”

Vivian let out a laugh, cold enough to frighten her.

“You actually believed that? I only said it for your mother to hear.”

Annie’s lips trembled.

Vivian took a tissue and wiped the sleeve Annie had touched.

“I don’t even want the trouble of raising my own child. Why would I want to be your mother?”

“Besides, you’re so young and you already helped an outsider hand your own mother the form that killed her. Who would dare want you?”

Annie’s eyes widened. She didn’t understand.

“I didn’t…”

Vivian lowered her head to look at her, her smile growing deeper.

“You didn’t? Weren’t you the one who handed her the pen? Weren’t you the one urging your mother to sign right before she died?”

“Annie, you were far more useful than I expected.”

Annie finally burst into tears.

No, Miss Vivian. You said if she signed it, you wouldn’t feel sick anymore. You said Mommy wouldn’t really die.”

Vivian glared at her viciously, then pressed the call button beside the bed.

“Nurse, take her out. Her crying is giving me a headache.”

When the nurse came in and saw Annie’s tear-streaked face, conflicted emotion flickered in her eyes, but

she still led Annie out.

Annie didn’t dare go back to Vivian. Instead, she ran back to the resuscitation room.

Adrian was still holding my coat in his arms. The fabric had been crushed into a wrinkled mess, but he seemed not to notice.

Annie slowly walked up to him and called softly, “Daddy.”

Adrian lifted his head.

His eyes were bloodshot, and Annie stopped in fright.

“Daddy, Miss Vivian won’t dance with me anymore.”

Adrian stared at her for a long time before suddenly asking, “Why did you make your mother sign that form? Didn’t you know your mother was already weak?”

Tears welled in Annie’s eyes again.

“I didn’t know. Miss Vivian said if Mommy signed it, she wouldn’t feel sick anymore. I just wanted someone 10 dance with me.

But Adrian kept staring at Annie, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

“What about the night of the accident? Why did you ask me to save Vivian? That was your mother. Your own

mother.”

Under his repeated questions, Annie finally broke down completely and sobbed.

“You were the one who said Mommy was hard to kill. You said she would be fine after the doctors treated her.”

“I thought she wouldn’t die.”

Adrian squeezed his eyes shut, as if someone had slapped him across the face.

Again and again, those words had all come from him.

Annie had only believed them.

But Evelyn was dead.

Audrey was dead too.

Adrian let out a broken laugh, low and hoarse, until it turned into a mouthful of blood coughed into his

palm.

He clutched my coat even tighter, as if it were the last thing keeping him alive.

That night, the driver took Annie home.

She pushed open the door to her room and saw her closet standing open, with a row of dance dresses hanging inside.

Every dress had been washed clean, without a single crease in the fabric.

In the top drawer, hair ribbons, clips, and spare dance shoes were arranged neatly.

There was also a sticky note in my handwriting.

[Annie’s rehearsal is Friday. The white ribbon is in the second cubby on the left. Remember to drink warm water after you dance.]

Annie stared at the note for a very long time.

Then she suddenly grabbed the white ribbon and pressed it to her face.

“Mommy…”

She cried so hard her whole body shook, but the room stayed silent.

Nu one pushed the door open again.

No one stroked her hair and told her, “Mommy’s here.”

Un the third day after my death, Adrian personally tore up the official death report.

The pages fell across the floor like snow. Written on them was a single line.

[Mrs. Whitmore suffered a sudden relapse of an underlying condition. Resuscitation was unsuccessful.]

Adrian stared at those words.

In the conference room, not a single person dared lift their head.

The next second, he swept all the documents off the table.

“Underlying condition? What condition? She didn’t have one.”

“I want to know where the last usable unit of blood I reserved for Evelyn went.”

“You were supposed to make sure she could use it. Why wasn’t it used?”

After Adrian first found out that I had an extremely rare blood type, he had ordered the hospital to reserve one unit of matching blood that could never be released to anyone else.

He had called it my lifeline.

The hospital director’s face was ashen. His hands trembled as he tried to pick up the papers from the floor.

Adrian stepped on them.

Then, as if something had just occurred to him, his voice turned frighteningly hoarse.

“Pull up every record from the night of Vivian’s accident.”

Half an hour later, surveillance footage was projected onto the wall.

At the crash scene, Vivian was helped out of the car. There was not a single visible wound on her body. She

r was even healthy enough to raise a hand and smooth her hair.

But in the next set of ER notes, she had somehow become a patient in hemorrhagic shock, urgently in need

of rare blood.

Adrian stared at the screen, his breathing growing heavier.

“Rewind it.”

The footage rolled back frame by frame.

While the nurse turned away, Vivian injected something into her own arm from a small syringe.