"Miss Moore, we were so blinded, so obsessed, that we agreed to sign the contract with that son of a bitch Isaac Moore."
Bang!
They said, slapping themselves.
"We know we were wrong. We sent Isaac back, so please give us another chance."
Bang!
Another slap.
"We will not sign the contract with anyone else but you."
Bang!
The three of them said, slapping and kneeling for mercy. Within two minutes, their faces were swollen and they were in a mess, with none of the boss's arrogance.
"What… what are you doing?"
Cecilia was in a state of great shock and disbelief from beginning to end. Her heart was beating wildly and she could hardly believe her eyes.
These people… were they out of mind?
How did they somehow come together to apologize to her?
It was just about signing a contract.
She blamed Isaac for being despicable, not any of them. Why were they doing this?
"Come on, get up…"
In a trance, Cecilia unconsciously reached for her hand. But when she went to help Aiden Roberts, she realized something was wrong. She looked down at Aiden Roberts' left hand, her eyes suddenly fixed, and she asked, "Mr. Roberts, what happened to your hand?"
"Miss Moore, here you are."
Aiden Roberts didn't answer. Instead, he took out a 20-centimeter wooden box and handed it to Cecilia.
"What's this?"
Cecilia frowned, wondering what Aiden Roberts was up to. She took the wooden box, opened it, and looked at it.
"Oh, no!"
The next moment, a shrill scream rang out.
Cecilia's face changed and her scalp exploded. Unconsciously, she stepped back. Her hands shook and the wooden box fell from her grasp onto the floor beneath her feet.
A bloody left hand rolled out of the wooden box…
"Mr. Roberts, you hand! Your hand!"
Thinking of Aiden Roberts' empty cuffs, Cecilia realized that the wooden box contained Aiden Roberts' left hand, which for some unknown reason had been cut!
"Miss Moore, I'm sorry."
Aiden Roberts said sincerely, "I used to touch your leg with this hand. Now I cut off my left hand as a punishment, hoping to get your forgiveness…"
Bang!
With that, he knelt before Cecilia.
"You, you guys…"
Cecilia was petrified, stiff and dreamlike. She said incredulously, "What the hell are you doing? Who is it? Who sent you here?"
"Please forgive us."
However, Aiden Roberts and others were too busy apologizing to Cecilia to answer her questions.
Sean stood behind Cecilia without saying a word.
But he was thinking, "Campbell got things done pretty fast. Just after a message, these guys came over and apologized."
Touching my wife's legs?
He deserved to be punished!
"Don't do this. Get up."
Cecilia, of course, remembered being groped by Aiden Roberts. But she had a good heart and was not the kind of woman to break Aiden Roberts' left hand for that. Looking at Aiden Roberts' empty cuff, she couldn't bear it. "Mr. Roberts," she urged, "go to the hospital and have it fixed. We'll talk later."
"We'll stay on our knees until you forgive us!"
The attitude of the three men was very determined, and there was no joking at all.
Cecilia was puzzled, but she did not hurry to ask, but nodded and said, "I forgive you. I forgive you. Just go. Go to the hospital."
"Really?'
The three of them looked at each other with a quiet sigh of relief and stood up.
Sean's cell phone rang. It was a text message from an unknown number. However, he remembered that the number because it had appeared in the materials given to him by the middle-aged general.
It should belong to Isaac Moore.
Isaac was surprised that he dared to contact Sean after being beaten up by him.
He was surprised when Isaac tried to contact him after being beaten up by him.
He clicked on the message and he looked at it.
"Fuck!!!"
Sean's pupils suddenly shrank, and his flat face turned cold and ferocious.
The message was simple, preceded by a sentence, "Sean Mason, I just found out Cecilia was just fucked by another guy five years ago and she had a little bastard. Plus, she's been out partying and hooking up for the last five years, like a hooker. If you still care about her, as a man, I feel you are not worth it!"
And the following was the evidence.
There were five photos, all of which showed Cecilia in close contact with men. Background included street, bar, hotel room. Men included Aiden Roberts, Mr. Backer, and Mr. Brown!
The three guys standing in front of Sean right now.
"Honey, aren't you going out shopping later? You pack your things. I'll drop them off." Sean stepped forward.
"You?"
Cecilia went into a trance when he said "Honey".
"Let's go."
Sean didn't tell Cecilia about the photo, but pushed Aiden Roberts and others away and closed the door of the Moore family.
"You're miss Moore's husband?"
"The violent freak?"
"The rapist?"
Aiden Roberts and others gave Sean a weird look, obviously confused. How could Cecilia really marry a man like Sean with her horrific background?
Sean knew what they were thinking, so he asked, "Did Campbell send you here?"
"Campbell…"
All three of them were stunned, unable to react for a moment.
"Charles Campbell."
Sean said a name.
At once, all three of them were livid and their eyes were wide open. They looked at Sean as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight, with shock and disbelief.