Hearing the light and elegant footsteps heading to the door of the surveillance room, Jeremy turned around and went out. He blocked the way of a well-preserved middle-aged noble woman.
He looked at his mother, Ysabelle Chilton, who had never smiled at him, and he beamed at her, a grin that was laced with frost. He kept a distance from her and asked, “What do you want?”
Ysabelle looked delicate and seemed to be mixed-race. Her eyes were blacker than ink, her nose tall, and her skin fairer than snow. However, none of that could cover the trace of anger in her eyes.
She was a woman who was close to fifty years old, but she still looked like she was in her thirties. She could easily stun any man who came into contact with her.
“I heard that you brought a woman back to my hospital, so I came to see her.”
Ysabelle did not pay Jeremy’s indifference any attention. She swept her sharp eyes over to the woman lying on the operating table. The woman’s face was pale, but it could not hide her great beauty. She could not help but frown and said coldly and arrogantly, “I am here to tell you that women are bad things, especially beautiful women. The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely it is for her to kill a man.”
After a pause, she noticed that Jeremy’s expression was one that was defying her advice. Ysabelle’s charming face turned sinister, and her soft voice got sharp and shrill, “Jeremy, remember, although I gave birth to you, most of the blood in your body is dirty… In this life, you don’t deserve to fall in love with any woman. You don’t deserve any woman as well!”
“You have to be like me, a person destined to be alone until old. You are destined to be unhappy, do you understand? I am asking you, do you understand or not?”
“You have repeated these words to me every single day. It would be hard for me to not remember it.”
Jeremy snorted coldly. “Do you think my dirtiness has ruined your noble façade? Why didn’t you drown me after giving birth to me?”
He slowly smoked his cigarette. A smile was on his face, but the light in his eyes was exceptionally frigid. His words were threatening, “I am no longer a weak seven-year-old boy. You can do whatever you want. I respect you because you are my biological mother. However, when I no longer do, then what’s the difference between you and all those unscrupulous women who sell their bodies for money?”
“Oh wait, there’s no difference at all. At least you’re mixed-race, then you can be sold for a high price. It’s enough for you to ensure that you don’t have to worry about food or clothes for the rest of your life.”
Ysabelle trembled in rage and narrowed her eyes, “Jeremy, how dare you!”
The wrinkles in the corners of her eyes could be seen as marks from the passage of time. Even the most expensive skincare products could not hide those tracks.
“Aren’t I doing it for your sake? Otherwise, with your capabilities, would you be able to control the whole Sherman family before you even turned 30?”
Jeremy’s gaze fell on Ysabelle. Seeing that she was no longer as dignified as before and her mouth was quivering from anger, he raised his sinister eyebrows, and revealed a cold and emotionless smile. “Do you think that I am that kind of person? Compared to being your son, I’d rather be born in an ordinary household. It might be a little dull, but at least I could live peacefully, and no strange or unsettling things would ever come my way.”
He had long been a complete devil, and he had lost his conscience for a very long time. A conscience to him was something utterly foreign.
She asked, “Jeremy, how did you end up like this?”
Ysabelle frowned as she was exhausted over the fact that it was getting harder and harder to control her son.
“How did I end up like this? Weren’t you the one who wanted me to end up like this?”
Jeremy then answered a phone call. He had no intentions on continuing his little squabble with Ysabelle. He told a few men clad in black to stay at the door of the intensive care ward and prohibit anyone apart from him from entering. He left with a lit cigarette, not giving another look behind.
As Jeremy’s gloomy but tall figure walked away, Ysabelle clenched onto her bag. She wanted to go in and see what kind of woman was worth such high protection from Jeremy, but she was stopped outside by those cold-blooded, emotionless bodyguards. She was unable to enter at all.
Before she left, Ysabelle cast a final glance at the young woman who was lying in bed who was not moving. She felt a strange sense of unease, a little throb, and a little panic, feelings that she had not felt for many years.
She could not figure out where this strange feeling came from. In the end, she walked away with a gloomy face.
…
In the intensive care unit, Dorothy was lying on the operating table, groggy and having an incredibly realistic dream.
The night was dark as ink and only a few stars could be seen. She pressed the dagger against Rosalie’s delicate neck with one hand, and asked her to drive the car to Germaine’s apartment immediately.
Rosalie, who was more cunning than a fox, did not do as she said. She turned left and right, and drove the car into the bridge. All of a sudden, Dorothy understood what she was going to do.
As Rosalie jumped out of the driver’s seat, Dorothy noticed that the situation had taken a turn for the worse. Hence, she also jumped in that direction. Unfortunately, it was all too late for her.
The car flew in the air, smashed through the railing, and then fell down from the sky.
At that moment, Dorothy fell along with the car as she looked at the dark night. All of a sudden, her heart, which was filled with grief and despair, became as calm as the sea.
She slowly closed her eyes. Apart from not being able to go back to see Belle earlier, she had no other regrets at all.
After an unknown amount of time, she felt a chill down her body. Her entire body was immersed in Talco River from head to toe, surrounded by water. It poured into her ears, mouth, and eyes, almost engulfing her.
Fortunately, when she was young, Germaine had forced her to learn basic swimming skills in a swimming pool. She no longer cared how unruly or ugly her posture was and she suddenly took a deep breath, pushing open one side of the car door. Before her consciousness completely fell into chaos, she swam out of the car.
Gradually, she fell into a daze. She felt that something was quietly approaching her. It then grabbed her left shoulder and took her to the surface of the water.
She could vaguely hear all sorts of sounds coming from a distance.
“Can she be saved?”
“Her pupils show no response, and there’s no pulse. Her chances of survival are relatively low. It all depends whether she’s willing to fight for her life.”
“We must bring her back to life, no matter what it takes.”
“Why? Mr. Sherman, is she the woman you like?”
“No, she’s just one that is worthy of being used.”
What did he mean by that?
How was she worthy of being used?
Who was Mr. Sherman?
Dorothy struggled to open her eyes, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not open them at all, her eyelids heavier than a boulder that weighed a thousand pounds.
Later on, in the depths of her heart and her mind, a wave of intense hatred could be felt as if threads of silk were entrenched in her heart, layer after layer. It forced her to wake up from her chaotic state.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw an extremely cold and handsome face that she had only seen twice. Dorothy was so anxious that her pupils dilated all of a sudden.
Why had this dangerous man saved her?
“You’ve woken up.”
He smiled at her, but there was no warmth on his face.
Like a poisonous snake, he continued to stare at her, making Dorothy feel scared and suffocated!