But before I could finish, he pulled out a small doll from behind the door—its face looked exactly like Natalie’s, even marked with her birth date and time.
“Still denying it? The proof is right here. What else can you say for yourself?”
Faced with his furious questioning, I stood frozen, unable to defend myself.
“Zayn… my chest hurts so much… there’s a long needle stuck right in the doll’s heart…” Natalie collapsed weakly into Zayn’s arms.
He looked stricken with worry. “I’ll take you to the doctor right now.”
Without another word, he carried her out the door.
I stood there, staring at the empty room, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.
Just as I began to pack my things to leave, two bodyguards barged in.
My heart tensed. “This is the master bedroom! Aren’t you afraid Zayn will blame you for barging in like this?”
They stepped forward, one on each side, forcing down my arms.
“Mr. Flynn told us to punish you, Mrs. Flynn. You’d better behave.”
“You hurt Miss Summers so badly—Mr. Flynn said you should get a taste of what it feels like to be stabbed with needles.”
I was shaking all over with anger. I never imagined Zayn would go this far for Natalie.