The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 122

She didn't finish her sentence, but the implication was crystal clear.

I knew the Sterling family's style, and I knew Vivian's attitude. Once my status as Mrs. Sterling threatened Ferris's future, I would be ruthlessly cast aside as a sacrifice. I had already sensed this from the previous incident.

But Lucille seemed to have just caught on. After a brief moment of shock, she quickly said, "Selena did make a mistake here. Sweetheart, apologize right now. It's okay to make mistakes; we're all family. Your parents couldn't bear to see you suffer."

She spoke quickly, clearly sensing Vivian's intent to discard me. By the end, her voice was strained with panic, almost turning into an order.

But beneath that order lay a pathetic sense of subservience.

I knew she was terrified of losing the Sterling family's backing.

But as smart as she was, didn't she realize that in a family driven entirely by interests, the moment we stopped being useful, we would be tossed away?

A few soft words wouldn't change their minds.

Begging wouldn't save us from being discarded.

Ferris's attitude toward me was the perfect example.

Seeing me remain silent, Lucille's mental defenses seemed to snap. She glared at me and snapped, "Why aren't you saying anything? Fine, if you're going to apologize, show some sincerity. Get down and beg for their forgiveness right now."

When the word "beg" hit my ears, I completely froze.

Childhood memories flashed through my mind like a black-and-white movie—scolding, crying, complaining, commanding, begging...

I thought I had forgotten it all by now, until that familiar command echoed in my ears again after three years. The emotions buried deep inside me sprang loose like a coiled wire. My legs trembled uncontrollably, and I could barely stand.

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