At that time, she saw that video too, edited into a ten-minute short video, impossible to watch in its entirety. Each frame was extremely cruel. Although there was no sound, one could tell from Elisa’s expression in the video how much pain she was in, how she was tortured to the point where life was worse than death, falling into despair.
Finn is the abuser, and Hamish is the instigator, more chilling and terrifying than Finn. Regarding Hamish’s past, he concealed it well, and everyone thought of Hamish as a person with deep feelings, deeply loving his deceased wife. Previously, when his wife suffered from mental illness, he never abandoned her, carefully taking care of her, and even built an amusement park for her.
What they didn’t know was that Hamish had driven his wife into depression, treated her as a mere tool for bearing children, caused her family to fall apart, shattered her pride, terminated her pregnancies, and even imprisoned her in a wheelchair.
Mrs. White was also deceived. She asked, “Do you still love Hamish?”
“Love?” Elisa replied with a mocking tone, “Would you love someone who drove themselves to death?”
Elisa’s eyes were already red, almost as if they were about to shed blood, filled with hatred.
“Aunt Burns, do you know the Powell family from Bankshire?”
“I do.” Initially, the Powell family was also a member of the upper class, although not on the same level as the Burns family and the White family, they were still not to be underestimated.
When Bankshire was mentioned, the first person people thought of was the young lady of the Powell family.
At a young age, after Old Powell passed away, she took over the Powell Group, preventing it from declining so rapidly.
“Hamish used means to destroy my family similar to how he dealt with the White family. I hate him so much, how could I possibly like him? A person should have some self-respect.”
As Elisa spoke these words, she wore a constant smile on her face, but her dark eyes lacked any hint of amusement.
Over the years, how much pain and injustice had she suffered because of Hamish? Being confined, enduring his demands to have children, how many times had she considered seeking death back then?
She, who had been envied as the young lady of the Powell family since childhood, had been forced into a plaything behind the scenes. Who truly understood the bitterness in all of this?
Hamish always said how much he loved her now, that his love for her was no less than Louis’s.
Speaking of love so deeply only after driving someone to death, isn’t that more disgusting than rape?
If Hamish had an ounce of mercy, she wouldn’t have ultimately chosen to be burned alive.
Elisa didn’t dwell on the past too much, Mrs. White could imagine, and when she thought of Elisa being tortured in the video, her heart felt uneasy, and she couldn’t eat anymore.
She felt sorry for Elisa.
In the light, Elisa’s complexion appeared a translucent pallor, like jade. Mrs. White looked at her and sighed inwardly.
She opened her bag and took out a jade bracelet.
“Elisa, give me your hand.”
Elisa didn’t understand what Mrs. White was doing, but she obediently reached out her hand.
Mrs. White gently took her wrist and, before she could react, had already put the bracelet on her.
“Aunt Burns, this is so valuable…”
Elisa’s hand was very fair, with slender and delicate joints. Wearing the emerald green jade bracelet made her hand look as fair as the best white jade.
Mrs. White looked at the bracelet on her wrist. “This bracelet was given to me by my mother-in-law when I married into the White family. She said it was to be passed on to a daughter-in-law. She gave it to me, and now I give it to you. Keep it well. From now on, you are my daughter-in-law. In our White family, blood is thicker than water.”
“Aunt Burns, the way Hamish is treating the White family now is because of me…”
“It’s not because of you. I can still differentiate between the victim and the perpetrator. I won’t blame his selfishness on you.” A person inherently gentle, her voice and gaze were gentle, unable to deceive anyone.
Mrs. White’s gentleness made Elisa feel awkward. In a hoarse voice, she asked, “You don’t mind my past?”
Mrs. White smiled, “You said it’s in the past. Since it’s all in the past, why bother about it? The previous Elisa is already dead since you’ve been reborn. Rest assured, both your uncle and I are very open-minded. If our wealth is gone, we can earn it back. As long as we are alive, that’s all that matters. Louis also said hecould support us. I’m content with just that.”
Ironically, it was Elisa who, at this moment, was truly marrying beneath her status by choosing to marry into the White family. Nowadays, the White family’s mess was such that even the relatives and friends who had previously sought their favor were now choosing to keep their distance. Yet, Elisa chose to support them at this critical time, even going as far as to marry Louis at this moment.
True feelings are revealed in times of adversity, as the saying goes.
The heart that had been exceptionally tense all the way to this point finally relaxed after hearing Mrs. White’s words.
After lunch, Elisa went to the hospital with Mrs. White to visit Mr. White.
Mr. White was still receiving treatment at the hospital. It had been a while since they had last seen him, and he was now completely gray-haired.