Luckily, Anne, worried something might happen to me abroad, rushed over as fast as possible.
After several twists and turns, on the third day, she managed to rescue me from a private dungeon.
Seeing me filthy and battered, she hugged me with heartbreak. But even her touch made my whole body spasm in pain.
Anne quickly rolled up my sleeves and when she saw the countless needle marks, she was furious, ready to go to war.
I hastily held her back. “A gentleman takes revenge—ten years is not too late.”
With bloodshot eyes, Anne bit her lower lip until it bled, barely restraining herself. She didn’t dare touch my wounds, treating me like a fragile doll and rushed me to the hospital.
The diagnosis revealed multiple injuries to my cartilage and thousands of needle marks all over my body.
Anne’s tears flowed uncontrollably.
I cried from the pain too. I didn’t even know how I survived those three days. Even though I said it a thousand times and promised again and again that I would have absolutely nothing to do with Yumi, Ryan’s sister still didn’t believe me.