“Daisie! What are you doing?! Let her go!”
He strode forward, fury exploding through him, and hit Daisie hard in the chest.
She was already too weak to withstand the blow. Her body flew backward, slamming onto the floor. Her forehead struck the edge of the bed frame with a sickening thud, and her vision went black. Warm blood trickled down the side of her face, pooling beneath her cheek.
The pain from her abdominal wound flared violently, making her curl up in agony.
“Kendra! Are you okay?” Willard ignored Daisie completely, rushing instead to cradle Kendra in his arms. His voice trembled with concern as he examined the red marks on her neck.
Kendra collapsed against his chest, sobbing uncontrollably, her whole body shaking.
“Willard… I was so scared… She suddenly went crazy! She tried to strangle me! She said she regretted everything, that she wanted to kill me and take her kidney back…”
Willard’s gaze turned to Daisie, who lay on the floor with blood matting her hair. There wasn’t a trace of pity in his eyes, only blazing rage.
“Daisie! You’re beyond saving!” he spat through clenched teeth, his eyes bloodshot. “You don’t deserve to stay in this hospital another second! Guards!”
Two bodyguards rushed in at his command.
“Take her back. Lock her in the basement. No one opens that door unless I say so!” he ordered coldly.
“Willard, please don’t…” Kendra pretended to plead, tears glimmering prettily in her eyes. “Daisie is still injured…”
“She won’t die,” Willard cut her off sharply, pulling her close and leading her out. “Women like her don’t deserve to breathe the same air as us.”
The bodyguards grabbed Daisie by the arms and dragged her away like she was nothing but a piece of trash. She didn’t fight back. She didn’t beg.
Blood blurred her vision, but through the red haze, she saw Willard tenderly protecting Kendra as they walked out together.
Hate?
Of course, she hated them. She hated them with every fiber of her being!
‘One day,’ she swore, ‘they will apologize to me and beg for my forgiveness!’
Now, she finally understood—in Willard’s heart, Kendra was everything. And Daisie was worth less than an insect beneath his feet.
The bodyguards dragged her across the floor and then threw her into the basement.
The iron door slammed shut behind her with a deafening clang, followed by the sound of a lock turning.
Darkness. Damp air. The stench of mold hit her face.