In order to rid herself of Harry Stewart, Hattie raised a knife and stabbed him 29 times, avoiding vital organs and serving two years in prison for assault.
The person Hattie hated the most in her entire life, if she wasn’t the second on the list, nobody dared to rank first.
The first time they met, he knelt on the ground begging the Mason family to save his father because their families had arranged for their children to marry each other since childhood.
Little did he expect to be scolded as a dog, his pride trampled upon as she walked past him.
Four years later, it was Hattie’s turn to suffer, her family destroyed, the envy of Peachshire Town turned into a convict’s daughter, beaten and ridiculed on the streets.
He brought her home, asked her to call him brother, showered her with kindness, pampered her, only to take it all back six years later.
Everyone said, “Harry, you’re so lucky to have a hanger-on like Hattie.”
He turned Hattie into a bindweed, and when her roots were firmly grounded in him, he tore off her leaves, burned her roots, and tortured her from head to toe.
Harry was confident that no matter how he hurt Hattie, she would never leave him, after all, everyone knew Hattie loved him to the point of no return.
Until she pulled out the surgical knife…
Turns out, even bindweeds can snap a towering tree in half when they turn ruthless.
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“It was her who stabbed the victim 29 times, avoiding vital organs each time.”
“Rumor has it that the victim was her fiancé, they had been together for years, who would have thought she could be so ruthless.”
“Who would dare to have such a cruel woman? Even if the victim survived those 29 stab wounds, she should have been sentenced to death.”
“This Hattie is also a doctor, no wonder she was so precise with the stab wounds, not even killing the victim.”
“Hattie? The victim was Harry from the Stewart family, let me tell you a secret, Hattie is the former mayor’s daughter, fifteen years ago, the mayor was arrested and sentenced to death, if it weren’t for the Stewart family adopting her, she would probably have died long ago, to treat her benefactors this way, she’s heartless, the Stewart family raised a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”
“Like father, like daughter, a dragon begets a dragon, a phoenix begets a phoenix, a rat’s son can bore holes.”
“Just saw the picture, Harry is too good-looking, how could Hattie, this cruel woman, bring herself to do it?”
“Evil begets evil, the law didn’t sentence her to death, I hope she gets beaten to death by other inmates in prison!”
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The winter in Peachshire Town was too harsh, especially in the cold and icy prison, surrounded on all sides, looking up at the sky, the dark clouds seemed to be ready to collapse at any moment.
The prison was too quiet, Hattie liked peace, but in this environment, peace felt more like the calm before the storm.
Most of the inmates she was locked up with had violent tendencies, long-term confinement, outwardly peaceful but inwardly brutal, suppressed and nowhere to release their aggression.
It was impossible not to be afraid, but just the thought of getting rid of the Stewart family made it worth it.
Just two years, and she would be out. She had stayed by Harry’s side for fifteen years, why couldn’t she endure this?
Hattie didn’t have a good night’s sleep ever since she was thrown into prison. She thought it would be peaceful for a while, but violence erupted after a month.
Hattie was dragged out of her sleep, her hair pulled and dragged into a cramped bathroom.
“What are you going to do?” Hattie looked around warily, ten inmates in one room. Though she had learned some self-defense, it was impossible for her to fight off so many people.
The female inmates forced Hattie into a corner, twisting her wrists, their eyes flashing with malice.
“We’re in prison, there are guards outside, what do you think you can do under the law?”
“The law?” The inmates laughed like it was a joke, exchanged glances, and burst into laughter.
“Haha…”
“We’re all here because of breaking the law, and you dare to talk about the law with us?”
One of the women with a shaved head slapped Hattie directly, “Don’t forget, you’re in here because you stabbed someone outside, and now you’re calling the guards? This happens every day, and they won’t care.”
“Look at her eyes, still glaring at people, isn’t she afraid?”
Fear was a certainly, but bowing down to these people and begging for mercy, hoping they would spare her, was not an option.
Hattie’s defiant look infuriated the inmates, and they started to control her body, someone grabbing her hair, someone kicking her stomach, someone slapping her face.
Her head hit the wall, her ears buzzing.
“Stop hitting her face, just hit her body, leave her face alone, it has to look good in the future.”
Hearing this, Hattie’s pupils contracted, she raised her head, “Who are you talking about?”
“Have you forgotten who you offended outside?”
Among the people she had offended, only Harry harbored such deep hatred towards her. Of course, she had stabbed him 29 times, how could he forgive her so easily?
One month of peace was just to wait for tonight, where he would repay her double for what she did.
Hattie knew she wouldn’t get a good night’s sleep tonight.
Harry was wealthy and powerful, he could easily buy off the prison guards to let people harm her, she should have expected this day to come. Without special treatment, how could such a commotion have passed unnoticed by the guards?
Harry was never a good person, he played dirty in business, and had a perverted desire for control, destroy if he couldn’t have it.
The inmates could tell from her expression that she had figured it out, they didn’t beat around the bush and bluntly said, “Mr. Stewart said, let us take good care of you, so, Hattie, your two-year prison sentence starts now.”
Hattie remembered the words Harry had said to her before she was imprisoned.
– Hattie, you will regret angering me.
Enduring the pain, she pushed away the person in front of her and tried to rush out, but was pulled back, a slap landing on her neck, causing a suffocating sensation.
She cried out in pain, her face as pale as paper. Just when everyone thought she was scared and unable to resist, Hattie suddenly charged at one of the inmates, like a desperate beast fighting for survival.
She grabbed the person’s waist, and fiercely bit down on her arm.
The inmate let out a painful scream, “Ah! Damn it, let go! Someone, pull her off, beat her to death, kick her in the stomach, if she winds up disabled, no one will care!”
Several inmates tried to pull Hattie down and throw her to the ground, but no matter how they punched, kicked, or pinched, it was futile.
She was like a mad dog, once she bit down, she wouldn’t let go, but as she was kicked repeatedly in the stomach, she started to convulse, feeling as if something sharp was poking into her insides, shifting her internal organs.
“Uh…”
A wave of cold sweat enveloped Hattie, feeling that something was wrong, as if something inside her was falling down. She was trembling in pain, trying to hold back her tears. But, in the end, the pain was unbearable, and she couldn’t help but shed tears. Something was squeezing out of her abdomen.
Hattie involuntarily opened her mouth and vomited, the contents of the night’s dinner spewing out along with a mouthful of blood, the taste sour and bitter.
She curled up on the ground, her gaze filled with malice towards every person in the room.
The inmate standing above her stamped on her head, “This little girl is an untamed wolf cub, she still dares to look at us like that, I want to gouge out her eyeballs!”
“Eyeballs are off-limits, Mr. Stewart said, preserve her face, don’t ruin it for future recognition.”
Someone kicked Hattie’s stomach hard, her lower body twitched, blood already staining the ground.
“She’s bleeding down there?”
“Probably got her period from the beating.”
Hattie couldn’t tell what the blood was, but with her years of medical experience, it definitely wasn’t menstruation, the reaction was more like…
A miscarriage.
A sharp pain spread from her heart to her limbs, the inmates took a break after beating her for a while, but it seemed like the night wasn’t going to end.
Curses and punches rained down on her, unavoidable, blood splattered everywhere, the stench of blood enveloping the entire bathroom.
Hattie was almost fainting from the pain, her eyes blankly staring at the iron bars on the prison door. She wanted to escape from here with all her might.
However, like a bird locked in a cage, even if it flew out, there were still chains on its feet, no matter how hard she screamed at the door for help, no one would come to her rescue.
So painful…
Would she die here?
“Just beating someone up is getting boring, how about we chop off her fingers, she’s a doctor, used to using a surgical knife, Mr. Stewart would be very pleased if we ruin her hands.”
The pain became more and more intense, and at the end, her consciousness became muddled, but upon hearing those words, Hattie suddenly woke up, a chill running down her spine.
Ruining her hands?!
No, she couldn’t lose her hands.
Not just because of the pain, but also because of her pride, her future, her dream was to be a doctor, she couldn’t lose her hands.
Hattie, who had been silent and not begged for mercy, finally spoke, her voice trembling with choked sobs, “Please, please don’t touch my hands, don’t… I’m begging you, I’ll give you whatever you want, I’ll give you everything, just spare my hands. I’m begging you, please, I’ll give you everything you want, wait until I’m out of prison…”
“Do you hear that? She’s still thinking about getting out of prison. What can a former convict like you do once you’ve been released? Are you better off than Mr. Stewart with his wealth and power? What can you give us?”
Indeed, what can a former convict like her do? She wasn’t the pampered mayor’s daughter from fifteen years ago anymore.
She was no longer the spoiled princess raised by parents, no, she was an orphan without parents, a servant of the Stewart family, a plaything imprisoned in a birdcage by Harry, she was nothing.