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"What the hell are you doing?!" Jessica shouted, her face pale with shock.
Olivia sobbed into Jack's chest. "Mom… she tried to kill me. All because of what happened yesterday…" Her voice cracked. "She—she attacked me!"
"She’s lying!" Ellie snapped. "She’s the one who attacked me!"
Jessica’s face twisted in fury. "I saw it with my own eyes! You attacked my daughter! Look at her hand—it’s covered in blood! Do you think we’re blind?!"
Jack pulled out his phone. "I’m calling the police right now! She’s going to jail for this—trying to kill my daughter—"
"Yes, call them!" Ellie snapped, meeting Olivia’s eyes. Her gaze burned with cold fury. "Do it. You do know fingerprints exist, right? Or are you too dumb to think that far ahead while trying to frame me?"
For a split second, Olivia froze.
Then—quick as lightning—she snatched the phone from Jack’s hand.
"No, Dad," she said, her voice trembling. "Just… just kick her out. I don’t want to see her anymore."
"Olivia, no," Jessica protested. "She just tried to kill you! This is serious! We can’t let it go."
"Mom, I don’t want to bother with it," Olivia said softly, playing the innocent victim. "She lived with Sawyer for years. I don’t want to upset him any more than he already is about me leaving him three years ago."
Jessica’s rage wavered at her daughter’s innocent words, glancing at Jack.
Olivia turned to Ellie, her expression shifting into cold, merciless arrogance. "Get out of my house. Right now. Or I’ll make sure you rot in jail for the rest of your miserable life."
Ellie looked at Jack and Jessica. They both seemed like decent, conscious people—but when it came to Olivia, they were blind. No matter what Ellie said, they’d believe only Olivia.
So she didn’t say a word.
Burning with rage and disappointment, she turned and stormed out of the house.
The moment she was gone, Olivia turned to her parents, cradling her bleeding hand.
"I'm going to get this stitched and treated, Dad. I'll ask the driver to take me to the hospital."
"I’ll come with you," Jack offered, but Olivia shook her head.
"It's just a small cut, Dad. I'll be back soon," she reassured him before hurriedly leaving the house.
Instead of heading to the car, she slipped into a blind spot outside the house, pulling out her phone and dialing a number.
Her voice was ice-cold.
"Ellie just left my house. She's on the road. Find her and kill her today—any way possible. This is your only chance to fix this and get it done."
A few minutes later, as Ellie crossed the main road near Olivia’s house, heading toward the bus stop, a car came rushing toward her at full speed and slammed into her.
The impact was brutal.
Ellie’s body flew into the air before crashing onto the hard pavement, her head slamming against the ground with a sickening thud.
A frantic scream tore through the air.
“Ellie!”
Sawyer, who had been rushing to Olivia’s house in search of Ellie, had just stepped out of his car when he witnessed the brutal impact. His heart stopped.
The car that had hit Ellie screeched to a halt. Then, as if to finish the job, it began reversing—heading straight for her limp body, ready to crush her beneath its tires.