---- Arnold's expression darkened for a moment, but he quickly composed himself. "Yasmine's just here to help us take some photos. She just won first place in a photography competition. I know you don't like her, but she'll leave after the shoot." He tried to explain, but I'd already caught the smug look on Yasmine's face. In the rose garden, she found an excuse to send Arnold away, leaving just the two of us. "Arnold, can you get Junie and me some water?" Once he was gone, her innocent mask dropped, and her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Junie, you really are a coward. You came all the way to the wedding but didn't even dare to show your face." "Oh, right." She sneered. "How about we make a little bet?" "Back home, Mom and Dad always liked me more. ---- Now, let's see who Arnold prefers." "What are you talking about?" I frowned. "Whatever game you're playing, I'm not in the mood. I'm done competing for affection." I turned to leave, but Yasmine shamelessly followed me back to the house. "Junie, how about this- if the two of us were in danger at the same time, who do you think Arnold would save?" She gave me a wicked grin and pulled out a remote from her pocket to press the button. I didn't even have time to react before a loud explosion shook the ground. Yasmine had detonated the explosives she planted in the house! All I saw was a blinding flash of fire before everything collapsed around me. Heavy debris crushed my legs, and a steel rod pierced through my shoulder. The pain was so intense I ---- nearly passed out. However, even in that state, I gritted my teeth and screamed, "Arnold! Help me!"