Frederick seemed to be unable to hear. “Ramona and I are in love. How could I touch your sister’s ugly face? Every time after the incident, she woke up and lay in my arms with a shy face, saying that I was great. Do you know how funny it is?”
Frederick laughed. “Once she was pregnant and I found three men to have sex with her together. She had a miscarriage on the spot. When she woke up, she knelt down and apologized to me, saying that she had not protected our child well. It was really funny.”
Ramona covered her mouth and laughed, as if she was listening to a funny story.
“Belinda, I will give you one last chance. If you stop here, I will pretend that this incident never happened. If you have those crooked thoughts again and want to overturn the verdict and avenge your sister, then don’t blame me putting these videos online and letting everyone see how your sister is a slut, huh?”
I was filled with grief and anger, vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted.
When I woke up again, I found myself thrown on the side of the road.
I walked toward my sister’s ward like a zombie.
I met many doctors along the way and they were shocked by my bloody appearance.
They surrounded me and wanted to take me to the hospital for rescue.
I pushed them away as if I couldn’t see them. “Sister, I want to go find my sister…”
I turned a deaf ear to the doctor’s reprimand. Now I just wanted to see my sister. They had no choice but to give me a sedative.
When I woke up again, I found that my sister and I were lying in the same ward.
The doctor on duty couldn’t help sighing when he saw us like this.
“I don’t know what sin you committed. How could two good girls be tortured like this?”
My sister cried so hard that she wanted to touch my head, but she couldn’t even get out of bed.
I spoke weakly. “Sister, why has the world become like this? We are obviously the victims.”
My sister couldn’t speak with an oxygen mask on and could only cry desperately.
“Tell me, when parents and brothers sacrificed themselves, would they think of their daughters and sisters who were tortured like this? Sister, it would be great if our parents and brothers were still here. If they were still here, would we not be bullied?”
I dragged my wounded body and walked sadly to my sister’s side.
I picked up the box that had been placed in the bedside table.