Chapter 299 Haven’t You Done Anything Wrong?
William didn't bother explaining to anyone. He didn't care what these irrelevant people said or did.
He sat in the passenger seat and said in a low voice, "Let's go home."
The driver received the instruction, nodded silently, and stepped on the gas.
After Dylan finished dealing with the trouble at the hospital, he came out to find that William had already been discharged from the hospital and was now back.
He sighed.
There were two dog cages in the villa.
One held Isla, the other held Juniper, who had died from massive bleeding.
The blood on Juniper's legs had dried after being left overnight.
It had turned into patches of black, hardened matter, sticking Juniper's body to the carpet beneath her.
Juniper couldn't move anymore, but her eyes were still open. She leaned against the cage, her face frozen in the agony of her final moments.
She had died from severe bleeding in her lower body, and the not-yet-fully-formed fetus still remained in her belly.
Her eyes were still looking in Isla's direction.
Throughout that night, Isla, in the cage across from her, simply couldn't ignore the sitting corpse facing her.
Of course, she hated her—hated that Juniper had deceived her for so many years.
And she had even had someone run Benjamin down and put him in the hospital, disguising it as an ordinary traffic accident.
How could she not hate her!
But besides hatred, she had more complicated feelings.
After all, Juniper had played the role of her sweet, obedient goddaughter for so many years.
She had once thought about killing Juniper herself, to atone for past mistakes.
But she didn't even have the right to wear clothes anymore—how could William possibly give her the right to kill someone?
She was just locked in a cage, a tool for William to vent his emotions.
William tortured her, beat her, and even sent her to the overpass to be used by those filthy homeless men.
Isla's life gradually lost all hope. She just wanted to die and be done with it.
Until Juniper actually died right in front of her—that's when she suddenly understood.
She couldn't just die like this.
Benjamin was her last attachment, the last person worth caring about.
Human life is fragile. Dying is easy—living is hard.
She lifted her head and looked at Juniper across from her cage.
When she spoke, her voice was very low.
She didn't want the people in the Spencer Villa to hear.
"You really are a good daughter of mine."
"Even in death, you have to compete with me."
"Juniper, it's all my fault for not raising you right. I let you become what you are today, always wanting to compete with others for everything."
Isla's low voice carried complicated emotions.
She felt hatred, but also a trace of guilt.
If it weren't for Juniper, Beatrice wouldn't have died.
And when Isabella was alive, she wouldn't have suffered so much.
Just then, the door of the Spencer Villa was pushed open. A beam of light from outside shone in, falling on the villa's floor.
That demon-like figure finally appeared.
Isla looked up and saw the frost on that cold man's face. As soon as he appeared, the temperature in the villa seemed to drop.
William walked in and stood in front of Isla.
He looked down at Isla in the cage from above.
Those bleak eyes showed no human emotion.
"Do whatever you want."
"No matter what you do to me, I won't give in."
The cage was only four or five feet high. When William stood in front of it, Isla could barely see his waist.
She couldn't make out what those eyes on his face were thinking.
But she felt that William was just a walking corpse—what he thought didn't matter at all.
She also knew that William wouldn't let her go to the hospital to see Benjamin. Even if she got on her knees and begged him, his heart of stone would never soften even a bit.
Now she could only be trapped in the cage, at William's mercy.
William, in front of her, finally spoke.
"No need to rush."
"Sooner or later, I'll send you down to reunite with them."
If it were before, Isla would definitely have felt fear. But the Isla now was different from before.
She admitted her past selfishness and the irreparable mistakes she had made.
"I've been waiting for you to kill me for a long time."
"William."
"If you're still a man, then make it quick."
"Kill you?" William crouched down, examining Isla's profile.
He thought again of the slap Isabella took when she donated her organs to her.
William hadn't been a good husband, and Isla hadn't been a good mother either.
He crouched down and said slowly.
"Why would you think I would definitely kill you?"
Isla looked at his eyes and the self-satisfied smile on his face.
She said coldly, "Juniper is already dead. I should be next."
The smile on William's cold face deepened.
"You've got one thing wrong. I think I need to correct your mistake."
"Juniper died from bleeding after a miscarriage. I never laid a hand on her."
Isla looked at this man with no moral burden in front of her and snorted coldly.
"You've certainly cleared yourself of responsibility."
"If you hadn't sent her under the overpass and given her ovulation drugs."
"And after she got pregnant, you had those filthy homeless men take turns using her body."
"How could she have died from massive bleeding?"
William slowly shook his head. "Now you're starting to care about Juniper? Have you forgotten who killed Beatrice?"
"So you care so much about Juniper? How can you face your two dead biological daughters?"
He looked into Isla's eyes. "Or do you simply not care?"
"After all, those two biological daughters combined couldn't please you as much as Juniper did."
Isla froze for a moment, rendered speechless by William's words.
What she owed to the Isabella sisters could never be repaid. Even if she used her own life to atone, it would never be enough.
But looking at William's interrogating eyes, she still wanted to ask: why?
William wasn't exactly a moral role model either.
The pain he brought to Isabella far exceeded what she, her own mother, had caused.
Isla raised her head and said without hesitation.
"William, you used to treat Juniper very well, too. Have you forgotten? You once even thought about marrying Juniper as your own wife."
"If you truly loved Isabella, how could you bear to let her suffer?"
"You and I are the same kind of person. You have no right to criticize me."
William was momentarily speechless.
Perhaps it was because Isla had been silent for the past few days, like a soulless puppet.
He hadn't expected Isla to dare talk back to him.
"Now you have nothing to say, do you?"
"William, are you saying Isabella's death wasn't your fault at all?"