Chapter 178: She Wants to Kill Me

Chapter 178: She Wants to Kill Me

I still couldn’t believe it. In my very first moment of danger, I had actually told Jamie to call Andrew for help.

Looking back, what a pathetic joke that had been.

How could Andrew—trapped in whatever Nancy had pumped into him—possibly drop everything and rush to save me?

Tears blurred my vision. On the TV, the image of Nancy on top of Andrew was playing on loop. Those steamy and unbearable scenes slammed into me again and again, each one carving deeper until I wanted to scream.

Bound to the chair, I struggled desperately. The rope binding my wrists like wire was cutting so deep it was almost embedding into my flesh.

Yet I felt nothing.

Just as I was struggling so hard that the chair beneath me was shaking wildly, the door of the small house was kicked open. Katherine strode in, wearing that same cold, satisfied smile.

Rage detonated inside me the second I saw her face.

She strolled straight to the TV and cranked the volume until the room throbbed with moans. Each wet, rhythmic sound stabbed me like arrows. My face grew worse and worse, and tears flowed more and more violently.

“Turn it off!” I screamed. “You bitch—turn that fucking thing off right now!”

“Why the hell did you tie me up? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

As I yelled at Katherine, I kept struggling hard, but the rope binding my hands was tied in a dead knot. The more I struggled, the tighter it got.

Katherine looked at my loss of composure and let out a cold laugh.

She came in front of me, crouched down, lifted my chin with her hand, and slapped me across the face.

"Does it hurt?"

After slapping me, Katherine asked.

What a stupid question. If I slapped her, would she say it didn't hurt?

I didn't answer Katherine's question, just stared at her with eyes full of hatred.

Seeing me like this, Katherine didn't get angry.

She pointed at me and continued, "I just want to make you hurt."

"You know what? When I saw Michael locked up in prison, suffering so miserably, I hurt even more than you do now."

"You wouldn't save him, you let him suffer, so I’m not letting you off easy. However many beatings Michael takes in prison, every second of pain he feels—you’re going to feel it all."

Her eyes burned with fury. In that moment I finally understood: this was pure revenge for Michael.

Even if she killed me right now, Michael wasn’t walking out of prison.

I held back my tears and looked at the crazed Katherine in front of me, trying to educate her about the law.

"Katherine, Michael committed a crime. He was put in prison because he deserved it. Even if I wanted to save him, I couldn't."

"You caused a car accident and tied me up here - you're committing a crime too. And it's very likely a bigger crime than what Michael did. I know you love Michael, but there are other ways. This way, you're clearly putting yourself on a dead-end road."

"You're still young. Don’t destroy your entire future for him."

I tried to use this approach to wake Katherine up. After all, she was an educated woman. I had to make her understand that some criminal consequences were beyond what she could bear.

Of course, I also wanted to remind her that she didn't need to ruin her future for someone else.

Maybe Katherine loved Michael too much, because she completely ignored everything I said.

She had lost her mind.

She grabbed my body and kicked me, knocking me and the chair over onto the ground.

The moment I fell, the image on the TV changed, and Andrew's face, twisted in suppressed pain, suddenly appeared before me.

That's when I suddenly noticed that Andrew's face in the TV footage was terribly red.

This wasn't a normal kind of red.

It was the painful red that comes from being drugged with an aphrodisiac.

I understood immediately.

Andrew, just like me, had been set up.

A man with his kind of self-control - how could he possibly be seduced by Nancy again?

"Katherine, you people have some nerve. You actually set up Andrew?"

"When he comes to his senses, he absolutely won't let you go, won't let the Gonzalez family go. I'm telling you to stop now and let me go. That way, you still have a chance."

"Otherwise—"

Before I could finish, Katherine kicked me hard again.

She looked down at me lying on the ground in pain, her face twisted.

"Otherwise what? Do you think Nancy will let Andrew come to his senses?"

"Do you think that after Andrew wakes up, he'll rush over to save you right away?"

"Jane, since I dared to kidnap you, I've already thought of everything. Today, you're definitely going to die."

"I really want to see how heartbroken and devastated Andrew will be when he comes and sees you dead."

Katherine finished speaking and burst out laughing. At that moment, I completely understood what Katherine meant.

She was really going to kill me.

No, I still carried our child. My mother was still alive and needed my care.

And Andrew - I hadn't had the chance to really enjoy life with him yet. If I died like this, how heartbroken would he be?

My life - I didn't want to have so many regrets.

Since Katherine wanted me dead, I would stubbornly stay alive. If no one was coming to save me, then I would save myself.

With this thought, I endured the pain Katherine had inflicted on me and struggled to rub my bound hands against the chair. As long as I could untie the rope binding my hands, when Katherine attacked me again, I could fight back.

Katherine didn't waste time with me. She kept kicking me with her feet. To prevent her from hurting the child in my belly, I curled up my body as much as possible, protecting my stomach.

But even so, sharp pains kept coming from my belly.

"Katherine, you're going to pay for your stupidity today."

"Once you beat me to death, what awaits you next will be a lifetime in prison. When that happens, Andrew will make you pay with your life for mine."

I tried to divert Katherine's attention, hoping words would make her pause.

Instead, she laughed louder.

The next second, the door was pushed open, and a familiar face appeared before me.