Chapter 162
Martin felt even more suffocated. He didn't say yes or no, but just walked into the hospital room with his long strides.
Mia had her back to him, wearing a hospital gown, her figure thin and pitiful.
He walked around to face her expressionlessly, and immediately noticed the tear stains on the gauze that hadn't dried yet.
Martin then looked down at her wrist. It was wrapped tightly in gauze, with spots of dark red blood all over it.
It was shocking to see.
"You promised to cooperate with the doctor and take your medicine. Why are you throwing tantrums again?" Martin frowned, pulled over a chair, and sat down in front of Mia.
Mia looked at him with sorrowful eyes, "I'm a burden, aren't I?"
"No." He said firmly, "I'll get your face fixed. And I'll find whoever hurt you."
Mia laughed bitterly, "And then what?"
"I'll make them pay."
"No, you won't. You'll protect her." Mia shook her head, murmuring, "Martin, you keep asking me who hurt me. But I don't dare tell you. I'm afraid if I do, you'll be in a difficult position. And I don't want to put you in that position, that's why I cut my wrists. I feel like just being alive makes me a burden. Before, I lived holding onto your promise, but now you don't love me anymore. No, you never loved me at all."
Martin didn't say anything, because he couldn't deny it. What Mia said was true.
Mia smiled bitterly, "The promise is gone. You don't want to keep your promise to marry me anymore. My face is ruined. My life is already destroyed. No man will want me or be willing to marry me."
"Martin, if you were me, what would you do? I have no choice left. I don't dare tell my family what happened to me. I can only bear it silently alone. Facing the person who hurt me, I can't do anything."
"You won't understand how much I'm struggling, how conflicted I am. I don't want to put you in a difficult position, but I can't forgive either! I'm not a saint, I'm not a saint. Besides dying, besides dying, I have no way out."
Martin was starting to understand who Mia was talking about as the culprit.
But he didn't want to face that reality!
Victoria wouldn't be that kind of person.
Such sneaky and underhanded tactics—Victoria wouldn't stoop to doing something like that.
But he didn't have the confidence to question Mia. He was also afraid—afraid that if everything came out in the open, he wouldn't know how to deal with it!
So Martin just silently listened to her complaints, her grievances, her crying.
Then he pulled out tissues from the table and wiped her tears.
Mia's emotions settled down a bit.
Martin's indifferent gaze swept over her, "Is there anything you want to eat? I'll go buy it for you."
"I want to eat porridge you make yourself. Can you do that?" Mia looked at him pitifully.
Martin wanted to refuse, but thinking of the debt he owed her, which he couldn't repay, he agreed.
As soon as Martin left, Terry came to the room with a blood pressure monitor and locked the door.
He walked up to Mia, lifted her chin, and kissed her lips.
She tried to dodge.
But Terry wouldn't let her, sneering, "Your fake suicide act—without me helping it along, you think you could've fooled Martin? You won't even let me kiss you now?"
"I didn't mean that." Mia was also repulsed by Terry's touch, but he was the sharpest knife in her hand, so she could only play along.
She could only let him kiss her obediently.
But Terry wasn't satisfied with just a taste. His large hand slid under her hospital gown, moving upward, roughly squeezing her breasts.
A sense of humiliation suddenly grew in Mia's heart. She held down his wandering hand, "This is a hospital. Be careful someone might see."
"No one will suspect anything, baby. I'm just taking your blood pressure. Your body is so hot, we need to cool you down quickly." Terry gave a sleazy smile and went to kiss her gauze-wrapped face.
Mia turned her head away, which made Terry curse angrily.
"Mia, don't push your luck. If you want to fake depression, if you want to be Mrs. Collins, you need to listen to me. Otherwise I'll go to Martin with everything—worst case, we both go down! You killed Victoria, now you're just one step away from being Mrs. Collins. Do you want to destroy everything, or do you want wealth and status? You choose."
"Terry, I didn't mean that. In my heart, I care about you the most. If you want it, I'll give it to you. Just don't talk about going down together anymore." Mia said coquettishly, and took the initiative to unbuckle his belt.
This time Mia was taking the initiative.
Watching Terry enjoy himself, Mia felt both angry and disgusted deep down.
This bastard had now become her biggest danger!
And his brain was too smart—he'd already figured out that she was the one who went after Victoria.
Once she was done using Terry, she'd have to create an accident and eliminate him completely, since he knew too many of her secrets.
Mia believed that no woman could match her methods. To get rid of Victoria, she hadn't hesitated to disfigure herself, using herself as bait in this scheme. Who would suspect her?
She had too many ways to make a person disappear.
Like Hayden falling down the stairs and becoming senile.
Or Hayden suddenly getting into a car accident with a hit-and-run driver—all her doing!
But so far, no one had discovered anything!
Of course, the secrets she carried were far more than these, but Mia planned to keep secrets as secrets forever!
After servicing Terry.
Mia went to the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and frantically washed every part of her body except her face.
A wave of nausea rose up.
The more Terry had her under his thumb now, the more completely he would disappear later.
Mia kept all of this firmly in mind. She would settle these accounts one by one.
Thinking of this, Mia's eyes showed intense malice and contempt.
How ironic—she wanted Martin to touch her but could never get her wish, yet Terry had gotten her instead.
And he had dirt on her, so she couldn't refuse!
Not long after her shower.
Martin came to Mia with the porridge he'd made.
He opened the thermos and handed it to her. There was a spoon inside, "Eat it while it's hot."
"Can you feed me?" Mia bit her lip, looking at Martin weakly.
He frowned.
"It's mainly that I don't have strength in my hands." Mia's eyes filled with tears.
Martin refused, "I'll get a nurse to feed you."
He was married, a married man. How could he be that intimate with her?
He couldn't accept it. He couldn't accept it. If Victoria found out, she'd definitely be angry.
Mia didn't expect Martin to still be so cold and heartless when she was like this. Angry, she blurted out, "Do you really find me that disgusting? You've fed me before. Do you need to draw such clear lines now?"
Martin turned to go find a nurse.
"Don't you want to know who did this to me? Fine, I'll tell you now! Martin, listen carefully!" Mia laughed bitterly again.