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Chapter 8

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I was stunned for a few seconds and only came back to my senses after sensing the pain in the corner

of my mouth which came from his biting. I tried to push him away, but the difference in strength

between men and women was obvious, and my strength was no match for his at all.

“Aren’t you disgusted, Walter?” My voice was hoarse as I struggled.

It seemed that my words worked. He stopped, his thin lips slightly swollen and sexy. He looked at me

and said nothing.

I looked at him, took a breath, and said, “Is that what you do to Ashley when you are with her? You

force her whenever you can’t win her over an argument?”

“Disgusted?” He looked at me, his face utterly gloomy. Regardless of my discomfort, he lifted my coat

corners, stroked my abdomen, rubbed the ferocious scar on my belly with his rough fingers, looked at

me mockingly, and sneered, “You’re right. It’s quite disgusting.”

I was frozen in situ as if struck by lightning. Instantly, the pain from my heart was killing me and

suffocating me. Someone had the ability to crush others with a single sentence.

He knew my exact sore spot, so he always succeeded.

I used to be so disgusted with this terrible scar on my belly. It was a constant reminder of how stupid I

was at 18.

I tried to grin, but I couldn’t. Looking at the cold man in front of me, I opened my mouth but found

myself unable to say anything.

I didn’t even have the strength to look at him or listen to his sneering. I pushed him away.

Seeing that I was leaving, he tried to reach out and pull me, but I dodged aside. Perhaps it was my

illusion. I felt that he was panicking a bit. He said, “I…”

I didn’t hear the rest, as I had already fled from the study.

I was in the bedroom.

Lying in bed, I was a little in a daze, feeling weak all over. How did I spend those six months at the

border? Life there was filled with killing, squalor, and mayhem…

Some of the past was destructive enough just by recalling it.

I got up, went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the cold water wash over my numb body,

regaining my sanity and clarity little by little.

The night was filled with endless nightmares.

The next day, I was awakened by the bell ringing downstairs. After a terrible night, I had a great

headache. I staggered and opened the door only to see a very anxious man outside. It was Roy.

He was hasty, and there was blood on several spots on his shirt. I frowned. “What happened?”

Maybe he was so worried that his voice was shaking. “Mr. Hinton had a car accident and is now in the

hospital. Come with me, Mrs. Hinton.” Then without waiting for me to speak, he pulled me out of the

yard and into the car.

Seeing him start the car in a hurry, I couldn’t help but say, “What exactly happened?” How did Walter

get in a car accident?

He drove the car while looking at the road. Then he said, “In the morning, Mr. Hinton accompanied Ms.

Conner to Sunlight Mountain to make a wish. On their way back, they had a car accident. Mr. Hinton

has just been sent to the emergency room.”

They went to Sunlight Mountain to make a wish? I looked down at the time, and it was 7:00 in the

morning. It would take at least an hour to get to Sunlight Mountain from here. In other words, Walter

and Ashley headed off when it was still dark.

Were they making a wish, or were they on a date?

Roy drove fast, and we arrived at the hospital shortly after.

I followed him to the door of the emergency room, and there was Ashley squatting in the hallway

crying, with some blood on her.

I arrived, and in the next second, I saw someone from the Hinton family, too. It was Dale House, the

Hinton family’s housekeeper.

Seeing Ashley crying out of breath, he hesitated for a moment, looked at me, and said, “Mrs. Hinton,

what’s going on? How come Mr. Hinton was in a car accident?”

I raised my eyebrows, glanced at Ashley, folded my hands, leaned against the wall, and said coldly,

“You’re asking the wrong person, Dale.”

Dale was stunned. He paused and looked at Ashley.

Before he could say anything, Ashley beat him to it. She said with sobs, “It’s my fault. Walter is hurt

because of me. Walter wouldn’t have been hurt if he hadn’t tried to protect me. It’s all my fault.”

My eyes hurt when I saw her looking so delicate and pitiful.

Hearing her words, Dale glanced at me, looking a bit embarrassed.

Fortunately, at this time, the door of the emergency room opened, and out came a doctor wearing a

white coat. Seeing him, Ashley rushed up, grabbed the doctor, and said, “Doctor, how is he? Is he

awake?”

The doctor glanced at her and said, “The patient is awake, but he has a nerve injury in his right leg, and

we need to operate on him right away. His family member should sign this.”

“I’ll sign it right now.” Ashley hurriedly took the pen and was about to sign before the doctor finished

speaking.

The doctor looked at her and asked, “What is your relationship with the patient?”