These lunatics who didn't get paid took pleasure in torturing me.
They bet on how long I could last. Some said an hour, some said a day.
Finally, in the early morning of the next day, I died.
If a forensic doctor examined me, they would be confused by the myriad wounds. Which one was fatal?
Every wound was so deep that bone was visible.
I followed Matthew all the way to the hospital.
He handed the kidney he had taken from me to the doctor and said viciously, "If anything goes wrong during the operation, I'll bury this entire hospital with her!"
The doctors were so frightened that they trembled and dared not make a sound, rushing to make preparations.
Matthew wanted to go to the ward to see Susan but was stopped halfway.
The one who stopped him was his good buddy, Carl, the only one who ever stood by my side.
Carl pressed Matthew's shoulder, "Matthew, are you crazy? Have you ever even treated your fiancée like this?"
Matthew shook his hand off. "Nora is fine!"
Seeing Matthew's reaction, Carl let out a long sigh.
"After so many years, you still can't let go? You two were so in love..."
"But she killed my sister! My only sister!"
Matthew, who usually keeps his emotions in check, lost control like a mad beast.
"Do you know what Nora did the other day?
"She pulled that kidnapping trick again and asked me for half a million dollars.
"She knew that kidnapping would scare me for life, but she still rubbed salt into my wounds!"
"I will never forgive her!"
I burst into tears when I heard these words.
I know how much the word "kidnap" hurts him.
But Matthew, I didn't mean to provoke you.
They really tied me up.
I fantasized countless times that someone would rush into the dark, abandoned factory and rescue the broken me.
I should have realized that all my thoughts were wishful thinking.
3
On the eve of the operation, Susan insisted on seeing Matthew again.
Matthew hurried to her ward, ordering everyone to leave.
He squatted beside her bed to hear her carefully.
Susan pouted and said she was scared.
I envied her so much for being able to express her fears so freely.
She acted coquettishly towards Matthew and asked for comfort.
Unlike me, who would never hear a word of comfort from him, even if I were dying.
Matthew held her hand, kissing it repeatedly.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here. You don't have to be afraid of anything."