"Natasha, I'm sorry. Does it hurt?"
"Can you forgive me?"
Wendy hurriedly said, "don't say that. No matter what you do, I won't blame you."
"What else should I do to make you forgive me?"
Sandera smiled sarcastically. "Then you can kneel down."
Wendy waved her hand in panic, "no..."
I have already knelt down in front of the three of them.
Wendy was a little flustered and said to Winson, "Winson, please let go of my uncle. I don't want Natasha to hate me more. Can you help me?"
Ignoring Wendy's words, Winson said to Philip, "take them out."
"Yes, sir," said Philip, as he walked up to Villson and held him in his arms, inviting Wendy and Sandera to go out.
Wendy seemed to want to continue persuading her, so she said, "Winson..."
But before she could finish her words, she was pulled away by Sandera. "Don't plead for such a person. Let's go."
After they left, Philip closed the door.
Winson walked up to me, who was still kneeling on the ground, and warned, "if you dare to touch them again, I will let you pay with the blood and tears of your father and brother."
"Okay, Winson. Please keep your words and let my father go."
"Natasha, you are so disgusting."
Then he left.
I breathed a sigh of relief, squatted on the ground, and tried to raise a smile to comfort myself.
It was not a big deal as long as her father and brother were fine.
Winson's POV
When I came to the living room, Wendy had already gone back to the backyard with the baby in her arms.
Sandera hadn't left yet.
Seeing me come out, she arrogantly walked up to me, pointed at the door of Natasha's room and said, "Winson, why do you come out yourself? Don't you drive that bitch away?"
"It's none of your business. Who allowed you to do it today?"
Sandera put on an air of young lady and said, "Winson, don't be ungrateful. I just want to help you vent your anger on Wendy."
"You deserve it," Winson looked at Philip and said, "take them out. Return all the things she gave to Natasha to me."
Sandera was shocked. "Winson, I'm your cousin. Why should you let someone hit me?"
Winson's face suddenly turned cold. "Even if I don't want it, no one is allowed to touch it without my permission. This time, I'll teach you a lesson. If it happens again, I'll have your hand disabled."
Philip immediately called someone to drag Sandera out of the room to punish her.
I went back to the study, picked up a document and opened it, but I couldn't read a word.
My mind was full of the humiliation of Natasha just now, and I was restless.
She deserved it. She couldn't control her hand and even hurt her child.
It was said that a mother and a son were connected by heart. It seemed that this word did not work for a vicious woman.
The phone on the table rang,.
"I've found out that Elisa had a car accident. You're right. There is indeed something wrong with it."
"Who is it?"
"Edmend asked someone to do it."
"Bring that bastard Edmend to me right now."
"Yes, sir."
Natasha's POV
In the evening, I was sitting quietly by the window and watching the setting sun and [余晖].
The door of my room was suddenly pushed open.
I know who it is even if I don't look at it.
With an angry face, Winson walked quickly to me, grabbed my arm and led me down from the window.
Winson was going to the basement.
I remember the snake Wendy threw in front of her that day.
I couldn't help shivering and looked at Winson's back. "Winson..."
"Shut up!"
When Winson dragged me to the basement, in addition to Philip and two bodyguards, there was also Edmend who was beaten up and covered with blood in the corner. She was at her last gasp.
Winson pushed me in.
I fell down in front of Edmend.
I got up quickly and half knelt in front of Edmend. I held Edmend's arm and called out with fear, "Edmend? Brother? Brother, wake up."
Edmend tried hard to open her eyes, "help... Help me."
But as soon as he finished, he fainted again.
Winson stepped forward and grabbed my short hair.
I was forced to raise my head and look at Winson.
At this moment, I saw a murderous look in Winson's eyes.
I'm not afraid of death, but Winson needs kidney now, so he won't hurt me.
"Winson, why did you do this to my brother?"
"Are you so sure that I won't kill you?"
"I know you are angry now, but you have to let me know what happened, right?"
"Still pretending? You won't admit it until everything is exposed, will you? Well, I'll see how long you can be stubborn," Winson threw me in front of Philip.
I lost my balance and fell to the ground.
When Philip was about to support her, Winson scolded, "let her kneel down and listen."
"What? You don't want to kneel down? And you want to force me to hit the person you care about?"
I yield and kneel down obediently.
Philip was also worried about the two.
But he knew Winson well.
He squatted down and whispered to me, "Natasha, Edmend asked someone to hurt the kidney source that Winson found for Wendy, which made the donator unable to donate kidney..."
How could it be? Why did Edmend do that?
As Philip spoke, he turned on Edmend's phone and handed it to Natasha. "He said that it was you who instigated this matter, Natasha, and he also provided us with evidence..."