“You want me to apologize, Bryson? It was she who went after my mom! She’s the one who told the hospital staff to revoke your payment! She even claimed you were her boyfriend! Tell me—who’s the one who should really be apologizing?”
For a moment, he froze.
His brows drew tightly together, his gaze toward Debbii cooling.
In an instant, her face went pale.
But just as quickly, tears welled up in her eyes, clinging to her lashes like a rain-drenched flower. She darted into the kitchen, snatching a knife and pressing it to her own neck.
“Bryson,” she cried, her voice trembling, “I told you I didn’t do it on purpose! Maybe the hospital staff misunderstood. If you insist on believing Hedy instead of me, then I have no choice but to prove my innocence with my death!”
Before anyone could react, she drew the blade across her neck, leaving a deep and bleeding gash.
Bryson’s expression changed instantly. He lunged forward, grabbing the knife with his bare hand.
Blood ran freely down the blade, dripping from his fingers, but he didn’t care. All his focus was on checking Debbii’s wound, his voice frantic.
“Why are you so impulsive? Of course, I believe you! Hold still, Debbii. I’ll call someone to treat your injury right now.”
Without another word, he scooped her up in his arms. As he passed me, his eyes burned with fury.
“Hedy, you’ve gone too far this time!”
“Housekeeper!” his voice roared like thunder. “Lock Hedy in the cold storage! No one lets her out without my permission!”
With that, the housekeeper rushed in with a group of bodyguards who seized me from behind.
I shuddered violently and began to struggle.
“Let me go! I have to get to the hospital to pay for my mom’s treatment! Bryson! Tell them to let me go!”
My voice was nearly a scream.
But he didn’t turn his head even once.
In the end, I was thrown into the cold storage.
The heavy door clanged shut, and the freezing air swallowed me whole.
I trembled, pulling out my phone to try and call someone—anyone—to help pay my mom’s fees at the hospital.
But just as I unlocked it, the door swung open again.
“Take her phone away. Strip her clothes off.”
Bryson’s voice was low and dangerous.
Before I could react, the bodyguards pinned me down. My phone was ripped from my hands, and my clothes were torn away without mercy.
I stared at Bryson in disbelief, my eyes wide.
“Are you insane?! Mom’s still in the hospital waiting for me to pay—I—”