Linda snatched the extra needles brought by the nurse and walked straight towards me. I wanted to resist, but I was slapped hard.
My cheeks swelled up instantly and I tasted blood in my mouth.
Linda grabbed the back of my hand and stabbed it into the purple blood vessels on it, "Where is your blood vessel? You’re so fat that I can't even find it. I wonder why Tristan married you."
She twisted the needle and stirred it in my blood vessels and the back of my hand swelled up instantly.
She punched in, then pulled it out. One needle, two needles, three needles... blood splattered everywhere. There was no sign of stopping.
My face was distorted with pain and I warned in a deep voice, "After all, I am Tristan's wife. Aren't you afraid that he will come back and cause trouble for you?"
Linda laughed arrogantly, "You are just my substitute. Tristan can even sacrifice his own daughter for me. Even if he kills you, he will only feel sorry for me getting blood on his body."
After saying that, she kept moving her hands. She felt unsatisfied and ordered the bodyguard to bring more needles to prick my blood vessels all over.
She clapped her hands until there were no more blood vessels left to prick. She was satisfied and took a photo of it.
"You really look like a hedgehog. Let's use this photo at the next art exhibition. I will definitely sign your name."
When I woke up again, my whole body felt like it was soaked in pepper water and it was burning.
I endured the pain and prepared to call the police with my phone.
Tristan next to me said coldly, "You are wrong about this matter. Linda is most afraid of pain, but you laughed at her. You should consider a few needles as an apology to her."
I was stunned when I heard this and then I laughed softly. So, I was also blamed for something I didn’t do at all?
"Tristan, I was really blind to fall for you in the first place. You’d better get lost!" I screamed angrily.
Tristan frowned and wanted to say something, but Linda's voice rang out outside the door.
"Tristan, she is just being hypocritical. She just got a few injections, as if no one has ever been pricked by a needle. In fact, Today is my birthday. Are you going to break your promise?" Linda held his hand.
Tristan looked at me with a complicated expression, "You should take good care of your injuries. We can talk about other things when you calm down."