After a long while, Jeremy, his handsome face looking extremely cold, bent down and held Germaine’s trembling fingers. “Germaine, don’t be afraid. Those scums are dead. From now on, I will never allow anyone to bully you again!”
His muscles were tense, and a cold and murderous intent filled every one of his cells. He could not wait to tear the evildoer, Rosalie, into thousands of pieces.
He looked at how bad Germaine was trembling and how her tears fell endlessly. For the first time in his life, he understood the feeling of heart-wrenching as well as gut-wrenching.
He had spent his entire life walking in the depths of hell, so his hands had long been covered with blood. He was so powerful that he could do whatever he wanted in Talco City and Jenciga, yet he was unable to protect the only woman who brought him sunshine and warmth, remove the shame she felt nor let her return to her usual high spirits and unrestrained smile.
It turned out that despite being omnipotent, there was still something he could not do.
Jeremy’s heart wavered for a split second.
He did not know whether he did the right thing by pushing her away from his cruel and bloody world.
If it was, then why was Germaine still harmed cruelly?
She should have been the most unrestrained lady of the Sherman family. She should be dressing up beautifully every day, flirting with men in nightclubs, and showing off her charm to people. Instead, she was shaking in the corner of a hospital bed crying, screaming, shouting, fearing, she even trembled from making contact with a male doctor.
But what caused all of this?
Belle Fisher!
Had Belle not been kidnapped by Rosalie, she would not have risked her life to save the child. Naturally, she would not have suffered these terrible encounters too.
Jeremy’s blood-red eyes were filled with endless overlapping hatred as he gritted his teeth.
“Credence, you will pay for your daughter’s debts. I will let you experience my pain, as well as Germaine’s by a hundred, a thousand, even a million folds!”
Belle had fallen into a coma due to her body being extremely feeble the day he brought her back. After Jeremy had found out from the doctor that she had leukemia at such a young age, he felt some pity for her and thought of asking Wilson to send her back to Dorothy after she had woken up.
No matter how heartless and inhumane he was, there was no way he could harm a child that was barely six.
Looking back now, he needn’t pity her.
His sinister face twisted and his cold and ruthless facial features tightened inch by inch.
Germain saw it and moved her red eyes. The only thought she had was how disgusting her body was and she didn’t want him to see her like this. She didn’t want to taint his sight.
“Jeremy, please leave. I want to be alone.”
But that man did not listen, nor did he want to. He grabbed her delicate wrist. It was so slim and thin, as if he could break it with just a little effort.
He wanted to take her into his arms to comfort her and give her a sense of security.
However, Germaine suddenly let out a mournful scream as she desperately tried to break free from Jeremy’s grasp. Her fingers also dug into his skin, and fresh blood oozed out.
“Ah! No, don’t come over.”
She turned her head away and tried her best to protect her chest, which was covered with bite marks and pinch marks. She looked like she was in pain. “I’m dirty, don’t look.”
“Germaine, it’s me!”
“Don’t come near me! Jeremy, you are the last person I want to see right now!”
Germaine still had her back faced at him, her voice was hoarse and broken, her eyes looked empty and her expression was blank.
Growing up, she had always been cheerful and optimistic. She had never acted coy, nor had she ever shed tears. But on this day, she had probably shed out a lifetime’s supply of tears. She was like a broken doll, completely lifeless.
“Okay, I’ll leave. I’ll leave right now.”
When Jeremy heard that he was the last person she wanted to see, he retreated dazedly. He suddenly felt as if countless sharp needles pierced into his temples and it was bone-piercing.
After leaving the ward, his black eyes twitched and he coldly ordered Wilson, who was holding some steaming hot food in his hand, “Go and chop off one of Belle’s pinkies and send it to Credence.”
“Boss, are you sure about this order?”
Wilson was so frightened that he dropped the luxurious lunchbox in his hand. It landed on the floor beside his feet making a harsh sound.
“Ahem, Boss, about that… isn’t Belle your illegitimate daughter? She has already called you “Daddy”, but you still want to cut off her finger. Won’t your conscience hurt?”
The corridor was deadly quiet.
“If you don’t chop off her hand, then you can chop off yours.”
Jeremy glared coldly at Wilson, who had let his imaginations run wild again. He let out a hoarse and dark laugh filled with negative emotions that could destroy everything.
Wilson was so scared that he cowered and stepped back. He muttered in a low voice, “But, I really can’t do that to such a cute and tender little girl.”
“Then, find someone who can.” Jeremy roared angrily. He smiled cruelly and said, “Scram. Get it done if you don’t want to die!”
“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll get to it, Boss.”
Wilson was so scared that he scrambled away without looking back.
When Wilson arrived at the ICU where Belle was lying, he could not bear to cut her pinkie when he saw the little girl’s pale face and weak breath. She looked as if she was going to die the next second.
He really didn’t understand. So what if Belle was Credence’s daughter?
At least, the little girl continuously called his boss “Daddy”. Even if she was not his real daughter, he could still take her as a goddaughter.
Apart from that, Germaine had always liked him, but he buried his affections for her deep down. So Wilson didn’t think it was wrong for the little girl to call Germaine her Godmother and his boss her Daddy.
According to how important Belle was to Germaine, Jeremy would be doomed if she found out he had chopped off Belle’s finger when she was panic-stricken.
As an assistant who was always ready to solve his boss’s romantic problems, Wilson thought for a while, and soon, he had a more perfect plan in his mind. He immediately called his men and instructed them in a low voice.
…
On the other side, Marvin finally stopped Credence’s aimless and crazy drifting on a remote hillside.
It took Marvin a lot of effort to finally drag the man on the verge of breaking down out of the driver’s seat. He punched his chest heavily twice and said lividly, “Credence, what’s the point of venting your frustrations by torturing yourself like this? What is Dorothy going to do if anything happens to you? What is Belle going to do? Are you just going to f*cking let Juelz take her and Belle away?”