Winson's POV
Philip said, "I'm afraid something will happen if we keep locking her like this."
"She deserves it."
A servant came in quickly and whispered something in Philip's ear.
Philip said to Winson, "Wendy just went to the basement." "Why did she go to the basement?"
After thinking for a while, I turned around and walked out.
Philip followed.
As soon as we arrived at the basement door, I saw Wendy coming out of the basement.
Seeing me from a distance, Wendy hurriedly put the things in her hands behind her back.
"How did you get out of there?"
"I just... Go downstairs to see if my cousin is fine."
"What's in your hand?"
"What... Nothing."
Philip immediately walked up to her and said, "Wendy, you'd better hand it over yourself."
Biting her lips, Wendy lowered her head and slowly handed the bag to Philip.
Philip opened it and saw some desserts in it.
I said coldly, "who let you go down?"
Wendy lowered her head with tears all over her face. "I'm afraid that she's hungry, so..."
"Did she eat?"
"She thinks what happened today is all because of me, so she doesn't want to eat the food I give her."
She came forward and sobbed, "Winson, it's all my fault today. It has nothing to do with me. I think she looks very weak. Please let her out, okay?"
"send Wendy back to have a rest."
Philip led the crying Wendy back.
Natasha's POV
The basement door was opened again. I thought it was Wendy.
Winson stepped forward and kicked me.
Winson bent over, grabbed my collar and pulled me up.
I tried my best to squint and looked at him powerlessly.
Unfortunately, before I could see the face clearly, I closed my eyes slowly and lost consciousness.
Winson's POV
Looking at the rag doll like Natasha, my heart suddenly tightened.
"Natasha?"
She didn't respond, and her body was very hot.
I picked up Natasha horizontally and ran out quickly
Philip happened to send Wendy back. Seeing that I was holding the lifeless Natasha, he rushed forward.
I said, "call Edward over."
"Yes, yes."
I took Natasha back to the room and put her on the bed.
Soon, Edward arrived with his medical bag on his back.
As soon as he entered the room, he looked at me and asked, "what's going on? Philip called me..."
I pulled him to the bedside, pointed at Natasha and said, "check her up. She just fainted and seemed to have a fever."
Edward's eyes widened.
"Are you really going to get her kidney out to change Wendy's kidney?"
"Shut up, doctor."
Edward sat beside the bed and examined Natasha.
After a long time, he took off the stethoscope and looked at me.
"She is almost forty degree Celsius. Why did you ask me to come here now?"
I tried my best to suppress my emotions. "Is the situation very serious?"
"She is suffering from malnutrition, and she has lost too much blood because of cutting her wrist. Half of her life is lost because of her weakness. Is it serious?"
I cast a sidelong glance at him and said, "malnourishment? She just hasn't eaten anything for only one day. "
"One day? She doesn't look like she hasn't eaten anything for a day. She suffers from malnutrition for a long time."
"Anyway, when she gets better, you'd better take her to the hospital for a check-up. Her current condition. In order to save one, you have to kill the other. It's too cruel."
After Edward left, I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the girl on the bed who was having an infusion. I thought of the scars on her body.
All of a sudden, Natasha reached out her hand and grasped her collar tightly. Shaking her head, she murmured, "no, don't touch me. Get out of my way.... help me..."
Hearing this, I frowned and loosened my grip on her clothes.
Tears suddenly welled up in Natasha's eyes and slid down the corners of her eyes.
"Why? Why did you do this to me? Why did you force my mother to death?"
"I... I feel so painful... I hate you so much."
My hand, which was about to touch her cheek, suddenly stopped.
Natasha's pov
I feel so uncomfortable. Sometimes it's like an ice cave, and sometimes it's like being roasted on fire.
In a trance, I went back to the day when I knew the villa fire and rushed to save Winson. But when I arrived, I was kidnapped, locked in a hotel and almost raped
But when I left the hotel, i saw Winson who came to catch adultery.
I will never forget that day, Winson pulled my hair and said, "you are so cheap. You are too dirty..."
Love was bitter and painful.
I was held gently, and that person gently stroked my back.
A familiar smell filled my nose, which was unique to Winson.
Was it a dream?
Yes, it could only be a dream.
After all, he wants my life.
Winson's POV
Philip put a document on the table.
"I found it out from the prison."
I took the document and opened it quickly.
Philip folded his hands in front of him and lowered his head, not daring to say a word.
"Where did you get this?"
"I asked someone to look into it in prison."
"Nothing wrong?"
Philip said in a low voice, "I have asked someone to look for the person who just got out of prison not long ago according to the statement provided by the prison, and that person has admitted it personally."
I can't hold back my anger anymore, so I walked out.
Philip was afraid that something bad would happen, so he stepped forward and tried to comfort me, "please don't be angry."
I turned around, picked up the document and clicked in front of Philip, looking at him angrily.
"How can I calm down when I see such a thing? That bitch, in order to live a comfortable life in prison, even women..."
Philip narrowed his eyes and folded his hands in front of him. He didn't dare to say anything more.
Under the protection of that female prisoner, Natasha almost didn't need to do any work.
Therefore, every time the two of them messed around, she would leave scars on her body
I pushed Philip away. "Get everyone out of here."
No wonder there were so many scars on her body. In the past two years, she had been with that woman
At this moment, there is only one voice in my mind.
I wanted to kill this dirty woman.
I banged the door open, walked to the bedside, pulled up Natasha who was still asleep, and roared, "you bitch, get up."
After a long time, she opened her eyes in a trance and looked at me in front of her.
"Tell me, why are you so depraved?"
She said in a hoarse voice, "what are you talking about?"
"What did you say? No wonder you committed suicide when you were in prison, and then you were obedient. No wonder you dared to play so much with that Condra. It turns out that you are not afraid. You have already had a good time."
"what the hell do you want to do?"
"What are you doing? Let me ask you, how do women feel? They are better than me, right?"
I pinched her chin hard, and my eyes were full of ferocity.
"Why didn't I see that you could be so troublesome before?"
She sighed helplessly, "what the hell are you talking about? Can you say something that I can understand?"
I was so angry that I gritted my teeth and asked, "who is Sara?"
When she heard the name, her dizzy eyes suddenly tightened and looked at me in disbelief.
Natasha's pov
Sara is a nightmare for me.
Because... i had been tortured by this woman and her subordinates for three years.
But how did he know the woman's name?
No, he should know.
It was he who asked that woman to torture me.
"How dare you say that I'm talking nonsense? You've been mistreated by her for so long, aren't you?"
I smiled bitterly,? "Answer me."
I stared at him stubbornly and said in a hoarse voice, "you should also be mistreated like that, so you will understand whether you are happy or not."
He grabbed my neck, pressed me on the bed, and scolded in a deep and ruthless tone, "well, it seems that you still have a lot of memories. Since you like to be abused so much, why didn't you tell me earlier? Do you think that I can't help you?"
I was almost suffocated.