Chapter 173: Amelia Reaps What She Sows
The drug's effects grew stronger and stronger, and Mia's vision became increasingly blurred.
Through her misty eyes, she looked at the figure appearing at the door, unable to tell if it was her imagination or if someone had really come in.
James was still wearing the blue and white striped hospital gown, with disposable slippers on his feet.
"Mia!"
He rushed over in a few large strides, grabbed Ernest by the collar, and flung him toward the coffee table like throwing out trash.
Bang! Ernest's head hit the coffee table, blood streaming down his face.
The other three men were also kicked aside by James, one kick each.
Without support, Mia's body went limp and started falling to the floor again.
Before she hit the ground, James reached out in time, his eyes full of heartache as he pulled her into his arms.
His eyes filled with bloodthirsty killing intent as he swept his gaze over the four men.
He was ready to kill.
Mia leaned against James, surrounded by his scent.
"James—"
She was just unconsciously calling out the name of the person she wanted to see.
Whether it was the familiar scent or the last thread of control snapped by the drug, she couldn't help but press against him.
Her soft lips accidentally brushed against the skin of his neck, and at that moment of contact, Mia could no longer control herself.
Her arms wrapped around him.
It was so unbearable.
James sensed something was wrong with Mia in his arms. He held her tightly and lifted her up like cradling a baby.
Before leaving, the look he gave the four men in the room was already the look one gives to dead men.
...
In the next room, Amelia was drinking red wine and enjoying the live broadcast.
She watched as Mia was forced to drink the drug, watched as Ernest and the other three tore at her clothes.
She watched as Mia was gradually taken over by the drug's effects, and was about to see her turn into a slut who would soon be begging the four men to fuck her.
She wanted to see how Mia could still act so high and mighty in front of her after this.
Just as the most exciting scene was about to unfold, the door to the room was kicked open.
The moment she saw James appear, Amelia's expression changed instantly.
Damn it!
How could he have arrived in time?
Amelia was filled with frustration. She had been about to see Mia at her most pathetic, and it all came to nothing.
But no matter how unwilling she was, it was already done.
Even through the screen, she could feel the murderous aura emanating from James.
Amelia watched in fear.
She scrambled up from the sofa in panic, with only one thought in her mind—leave this place first.
Although Ernest and the others had taken the drug, she couldn't be sure they wouldn't give her up under James's interrogation.
She couldn't let James get any evidence against her.
Without evidence, he couldn't do anything to her.
Amelia's mind worked quickly. From the moment she decided to make a move against Mia, she had already planned her escape route.
She wanted to see James and Mia suffer, but she never intended to get herself caught up in it.
Taking advantage of the time James was dealing with Ernest and the others, Amelia put on a hat and mask.
She deliberately pulled the brim very low, opened the door, and rushed out.
But despite all her calculations, she hadn't expected someone to be waiting for her at the door.
When she saw who was at the door, Amelia's pupils dilated instantly. She instinctively took a step back, her eyes full of disbelief.
"You..."
Wasn't she dead?
"Amelia, didn't expect I'd come back alive, did you?"
Mabel looked at Amelia's ghostly expression, her eyes full of madness.
"Mabel, what are you talking about? Do you have some misunderstanding about me?"
Amelia quickly calmed herself down. Back then, when Mabel had demanded five million dollars, she had indeed spent some money to have someone take care of Mabel.
There were too many desperate people—just over a hundred thousand dollars could get rid of Mabel.
But she hadn't expected Mabel to be so lucky to survive.
Looking at the usually brainless Mabel, she tried her old tricks on her.
"Mabel, whatever you want to say, let's leave here first and talk slowly."
James was in the next room. She had to leave here as soon as possible.
"Leave?"
"Yes, this isn't the place to talk. Let's leave first. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."
Amelia reached out to pull Mabel.
She was being nice because she didn't want Mabel to make a scene here and be discovered by James.
She was too eager to leave, her mind in chaos, and didn't notice the vicious look in Mabel's eyes.
"You'll give me whatever I want?"
"Yes!"
Amelia had lost her patience and pulled Mabel to leave.
Unprepared, she didn't expect Mabel to suddenly attack her.
A pain in her neck, and cold liquid was injected into her body.
Realizing what happened, Amelia's hand loosened, her feet stumbled, and she retreated several steps, her back against the wall. "What did you inject me with?"
Now, she finally saw clearly the hatred and madness in Mabel's eyes.
"Mabel, what are you trying to do?"
Amelia's body began to go weak, and fear rose in her heart.
The Mabel before her was terrifying.
"Amelia, I want you to taste the pain I suffered."
She had been gang-raped by the two men Amelia had hired.
To survive, she had given up her dignity and desperately pleased them, saying they could use her to vent.
She had been held captive by the two men and tortured for half a month.
She only escaped when they let their guard down.
She had barely survived, but ended up pregnant with their child.
She didn't dare go to a regular hospital and had the abortion at a small clinic.
But she got infected, and eventually had her uterus removed.
Her life was ruined.
She couldn't forget the half month she was imprisoned by those two men, the kind of life she had lived.
All of this was thanks to Amelia.
"No... Mabel, don't!"
Amelia's body slowly slid down, wanting to escape but unable to.
Mabel enjoyed seeing the terror in Amelia's eyes. She took out another syringe, changed the needle in front of her, and approached her step by step.
"Mabel, I know I was wrong. I'll compensate you, really. Just let me go, and I'll definitely compensate you."
Seeing the madness on Mabel's face and in her eyes, Amelia knew that what she was holding was definitely nothing good.
"Too late!"
Mabel's smile became more twisted.
"No..."
Amelia had little strength left in her body. She had forgotten about James's presence, her mind full of thoughts about how to stop Mabel.
She lowered herself and begged Mabel, sliding along the wall's edge, moving backward.
Mabel was like a hunter, watching the powerless prey struggle in its death throes.
Before she knew it, Amelia had backed up to the door of the room where Mia and the others were.
At the same time, the door was pulled open from inside.
James appeared before them, holding Mia.
Amelia was too terrified inside. The instant the door opened and she saw James, she saw him as a lifeline.
Using all her strength, she lunged toward James, reaching out to grab his legs, pleading with him in panic, "James, save me—"