Chapter 13
On the third day of my imprisonment on the deserted island, Samuel arrived.
Seeing the sapphire bracelet in his hand, I instantly understood everything.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at him again.
That very day, I was taken back home, not to the Sinclair residence, but to my own home.
Several experts were already waiting here.
It was they who had treated Celia’s arm, which had only been fractured, in the past,
Samuel stayed with me the whole time.
He said there was hope that my hand could regain up to eighty percent of its function.
I didn’t respond.
He personally fed me water and food.
I still refused to eat or drink.
He began to deal with the people I hated the most,
On the first day, he said, “The Sinclair family has gone bankrupt
On the second day, he said, “I have sent Celia to the Psychiatric Hospital. Rest assured, for the rest of her life, I will make her wish she had never been born.”
On the third day, he said, “Charles and Grace have divorced.
“Grace will face the punishment she deserves, and as for Charles, I’ve made him stand in front of your mother’s grave until you are willing to forgive him
It seemed like he had done a lot for me, but I truly couldn’t feel any gratitude.
He could easily bankrupt the Sinclair family, easily destroy Grace and Celia, who had hated me for ten years, and that despicable father, just as he had easily ruined me for Celia’s sake.
I still maintained my vital signs through intravenous drips every day.
The cold liquid was infused into my body, making me feel icy cold all over.
Every place on my hand that could be punctured was full of needle holes, and the indwelling needle would become red, swollen, and inflamed after just one day
With every drop of the liquid, the needle holes would throb with pain.
Until even the most skilled nurse had no place to insert the needle, Samuel finally had tears in his eyes. “Vivian, what on will it take for you to eat?”
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1 turned my head and looked at him for the first time. He was holding my hand tightly, his eyes sunken and bloodshot, and he looked ten years older and more haggard.
I finally spoke. “Let me go.”
The pain on his face gradually subsided, and he stood up. “Impossible. If you leave, you’ll never see me again.”
I smiled. He did have some self–awareness.
I closed my eyes again and didn’t speak.
I don’t know how long he stood in front of the bed.
Chapter 13
A month after my imprisonment. Lucas sneaked into my villa.
“Samuel has gone mad. Vivian. Do you want to come with me?” he said.
Lucas had also become much thinner.
I agreed without hesitation. “Okay”
Lucas secretly transported me out of the villa, where someone was waiting outside to pick us up.
It was Matthew.
He looked at me, wanting to say something, but in the end, he didn’t.
The car sped out, and I saw the outside scen
scenery agam
I took a deep breath.
The taste of freedom was wonderful
But we still couldn’t
escape.
The car was stopped at the highway exit
I watched Samuel get out of the car in front.
The sky of freedom was covered by a dark curtain, and I could no longer see the light.
I was taken back to the villa, and Matthew and Lucas were both tied up.
“Why did you leave me?” Samuel asked.
He was peeling an apple with a fruit knife.
His stern face showed no expression at all.
It was this side of him that was the most terrifying.
I stared at him without speaking.
Samuel carved the apple into the shape of a little rabbit and neatly arranged it on a fruit plate.
He skewered a piece with a toothpick and held it out to me.
I remained unmoved.
He smiled, “Shall I start by chopping off Matthew’s hand, or Lucas‘ foot?”
My face turned pale.
His smile intensified. “Oh, I forgot. You’ve already given up on Matthew.”
“How about I bankrupt the Grant family and turn Lucas into a homeless wanderer on the streets? Or send him abroad to be injected with some special drugs every day, ending up rotting in a ditch?” he continued.
I finally took the apple.
Samuel’s fingers trembled slightly as he suppressed the sudden rush of tears in his eyes.
He went out and instructed, “Prepare a meal, something soft and suitable for a patient.”
His throat was dry, and he held back the quiver in his voice.
1, however, seemed not to hear, and quietly finished the piece of apple.
“Samuel, didn’t I say I could still die!” I said.
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No one in this world could force me.
He turned his head sharply.
I was already standing by the windowsill, smiling at him.
“Vivian, no.” He lunged toward me, but I leaned backward
In my ears was the sound of the wind of freedom.
Before my eyes was Samuel’s desperate face.
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