She flung Cinderella's hand away. "Cinderella! What kind of lousy potion is this?! It hurts so much!"
"Just bear with it. That's how it is when you apply medicine; the more it hurts, the better it works."
Cinderella applied the towel to her sister's wound again, but her sister immediately brushed it away, saying, "I don't want it on anymore! It hurts too much!"
"Does it really hurt that much?" the older sister asked curiously, while looking down on her younger sister who was practically rolling on the floor in pain. However, this disdain vanished when Cinderella applied a wet towel to her wound, and a scream that could pierce eardrums filled the room.
At that moment, Cinderella scratched her head and suddenly said, "Oh! I think I put the wrong powder in. I put salt in instead of the medicine."
"Aaaaaah! Cinderella, you must have done this on purpose!" The younger sister angrily grabbed a vase and smashed it at Cinderella.
A head injury would definitely result from being hit by such a large vase. A cold glint flashed in Cinderella's light gold eyes. She dodged behind the vase and left the sisters' room.
When she came in again, she was carrying a basin of boiling water, and a chilling smile played on her lips as she approached the two sisters.
"Cinderella, how dare you come in here! You're dead when Mother gets back!" The younger sister glared fiercely at Cinderella, determined to tell their mother and have her sell Cinderella to a brothel.
I heard that the girls there have a terrible life. They have to serve different men every day, and many of them get sick and die young. Even those who don't get sick don't fare much better after they grow old and lose their beauty. They spend the rest of their lives in loneliness and misery.
Cinderella placed the steaming basin of water beside the bed and then took her sister's hands.
"What are you doing! Cinderella, what are you doing!"
The younger sister struggled, desperately trying to shrink back, but Cinderella was incredibly strong, her hands gripping her arms like iron clamps.
Under the horrified gazes of the two sisters, Cinderella grabbed her younger sister's hands and pressed them into the hot water.
"ah--"
Cinderella held her sister's hands tightly, a sweet smile on her face. The screams around her sounded like beautiful music, and she even hummed a song.
"One finger is useless, chop it up and stir-fry it."
"A finger is useless, chop it up and boil it into soup."
"One finger is useless, chop it up and dip it in sauce to eat."
...
Cinderella leaned down and whispered in her sister's ear, "Your hand..."
Her tone was so innocent, her voice so soft and gentle, "It's ripe."
Trembling! Trembling! The younger sister's body was shaking uncontrollably; the fear in her heart outweighed the physical pain. A demon! She felt as if the person who had just spoken to her was a real demon!
How scary! How scary! How scary!
Even though Cinderella had released her sister's hands, her trembling hands remained in the hot water. She was terrified, completely stunned! Cinderella's words had sent shivers down her spine!
After scalding her sister's hands, Cinderella turned her attention to her sister, who had said Agatha was covered in sores.
Seeing Cinderella looking at her, the sister cried out in shock and anger, "Cinderella, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"
"No! You're possessed by a demon! You must be possessed by a demon!" the older sister screamed.
But the screams stopped abruptly after Cinderella poured a basin of hot water over her, and then a scream, even louder than before, pierced through the roof.
Cinderella hummed a song as she walked outside. When she reached the doorway, she turned back, placed her slender finger to her lips, and whispered, "Shh~"
"You are not allowed to speak ill of Miss Agatha."
Her eyes were bright and lively, her expression playful and cute, yet she spoke in a low voice a warning.
"I will hear you."
After saying that, Cinderella skipped up to the attic, packed up her meager belongings, and carried them on her back.
Then, like a bird released from its cage, she ran outside with a joyful gait, nearly knocking over Mrs. Termany, who was returning from afternoon tea, as she reached the door.
Ignoring Mrs. Terrence's calls from behind, Cinderella smiled brightly and ran towards Miss Agatha's house.
Cinderella ran to Charlene's house in one breath, her face instantly changing to a different expression. Terrified, she rushed into the yard, her voice trembling as she cried out, "Miss Agatha, Miss Agatha! Please save me! My stepmother and stepsisters are going to beat me to death!"
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