Wesley sat in the driver’s seat, starting the car. Henry threw Winifred Dawson into the back seat and followed her in.
“Where to?” Wesley asked from the front.
“Back to Gentry Estate, let’s return this young lady,” Henry replied with a tone full of sarcasm. Winifred Dawson pressed her lips together and remained silent throughout the journey.
Despite her disheveled state, Winifred Dawson refused to yield. Thanking Henry was out of the question; she hadn’t forgotten his earlier suggestion to Leland Burns to get her pregnant quickly so she couldn’t escape.
Winifred Dawson held grudges fiercely; a single comment could stay with her for a lifetime.
Henry glanced at her cold expression and mocked, “I don’t know what kind of spell you put on our boss. You’re driving him to ruin, yet he still cares about you, telling us to make sure you don’t get hurt.”
Seeing Winifred Dawson remain silent, Henry’s tone grew harsher, laced with barbs.
“Miss Dawson, your acting skills fooled the doctors, our boss, and even us. I can’t understand it. Hasn’t our boss treated you well enough? He gave you everything you wanted, short of plucking the moon from the sky for you. Yet you didn’t cherish it and instead used self-pity to harm yourself and others’ feelings.”
Good? Henry’s idea of good was keeping her confined like a parasitic plant dependent on him? Or not even being able to control her own body, forced into an egg retrieval room? Not to mention Leland Burns tricking her into poisoning her father.
“If you think he’s so great, why don’t you be with him?” She couldn’t believe they were unaware of the hatred between her and Leland Burns; how could they possibly be together peacefully?
She never liked Leland Burns; even if he dug out his heart and placed it before her, she would still find it disgusting.
Moreover, she didn’t believe Leland Burns cared for her much. If he did, he would have shown respect instead of repeatedly humiliating her, like dragging her to a chapel today to shame her before a statue of Jesus.
This kind of hatred could last a lifetime.
Winifred Dawson was typical of someone who forgot pain once the wound healed; now, even with fresh pain, she lashed out.
Henry couldn’t help but taunt her: “Miss Dawson, drop your naivety. Do you really think your little storms can capsize the Burns Group?”
Winifred Dawson may not have run a company before, but that didn’t mean she didn’t understand its intricacies. She had overseen everything; with Leland Burns arrested now, she didn’t believe the ship could right itself again.
“The Burns Group must be in chaos now. Leland Burns’s arrest is just the tip of the iceberg. Slowly you’ll realize that all your efforts and earnings over the years will disappear like sand through a sieve. This helpless feeling-you’ll experience it slowly,” Winifred Dawson said emphatically.
Henry had been mocking her earlier but immediately dropped his fake smile upon hearing this. His gaze turned icy cold.
Did she only want Leland Burns’s bankruptcy? No, she wanted Mr. Burns reduced to a despised stray dog-death would be too easy for him.
Henry couldn’t stand Winifred Dawson’s arrogant look; while Leland Burns might pamper her, he wouldn’t.
Henry pressed down the car window with one hand and grabbed Winifred Dawson’s neck with the other, pushing her head out. Wesley drove fast; as soon as the window opened, wind rushed in, messing up Winifred Dawson’s hair and making it hard for her to keep her eyes open. The sudden change made her pale face stiffen.
Fear choked her voice as she squinted through a narrow gap in her eyes; a car brushed past almost scraping her face. In an instant, cold sweat covered her back.
Leland Burns was crazy; his subordinates were equally mad!
Wesley noticed Henry’s actions from behind and slowed down: “Henry, what are you doing? Don’t forget Mr. Burns’s orders-she can’t get hurt.”
“Our boss is locked up; does he have time to care whether this woman lives or dies? Even if I killed her in some hidden place, so what? A woman like this deserves death.” Despite his words, Henry pulled Winifred Dawson back inside.
She collapsed onto the seat, trembling uncontrollably. She swallowed hard and glared at Henry with red eyes.
Henry leisurely twisted his wrist as if he had done nothing wrong: “Miss Dawson, scared?”
Winifred Dawson moved her pale lips: “Of course I’m scared; who isn’t afraid of death? But thinking about Leland Burns rotting in prison and being despised and tortured makes it less frightening.”
“They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Miss Dawson, no matter what you say, our Mr. Burns truly cared for you once. Is this how you repay his sincerity?”
“Forgive me for saying this-I saw no sincerity. If forcing a woman is his idea of sincerity, then no one would dare accept it. When he used me to kill my father, he should have expected this day.”
“If we’re talking about that, didn’t you use him to kill his parents first? You kept him like a dog for eight years without dignity, treating him as a substitute while expecting loyalty and repeatedly insulting his character. Did you foresee this day? It’s just retribution!”