Chapter 4

Lucas' cold stare pierced me like a knife, but I looked up at him with indifference.

"Even if I said no, would you believe me?"

He took my response as an excuse, looking at me with complete disappointment. "Nanette, when did you become so vicious?"

His fist slammed heavily into the wall behind me as he gritted his teeth. "If anything happens to her, I won't let you off easily!"

With that, he shoved me away harshly and left without looking back. I fell to the ground, my head hitting a stone pillar, nearly losing consciousness.

Blood seeped from my forehead.

As I was struggling to get up from the ground, a baseball bat suddenly came swinging towards me. A sharp pain assaulted my head and I instantly lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself stuffed inside a burlap sack with my mouth sealed tight. As I was about to struggle, I suddenly heard the voice of Lucas' bodyguard nearby.

"Mr. Richardson, this is the person your wife hired to assault Ms. Clarke."

I immediately realized that the bodyguard was working for Vivian. This whole thing was orchestrated by her. I struggled, trying to call for help, but the tape over my mouth would not let me make a sound.

Then I heard Lucas' icy voice. "Which parts of him touched Vivian?"

The bodyguard hesitated for a second. "Almost his entire body."

He took an iron rod from the bodyguard's hands, his words filled with suppressed rage. "Then I’ll destroy every part of him!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the rod came down hard on my hand. I felt excruciating and curled up in agony, but soon another blow landed heavily on my spine.

Blood flowed continuously from my body and mouth, soaking the tape over my lips. I was in too much pain to make a sound. The places where my bones had broken felt like they were being stabbed by knives.

My vision almost went black, but soon another blow crashed down on my waist. My waist felt like it had been split open with an axe. My cries of pain transformed into intense hatred, and with all my remaining strength, I could only manage a weak call.

"Lu...cas...Richard...son..."

Lucas' movements seemed to freeze suddenly. He looked incredulous and tried to tear open the sack.

"That voice... Na...Nanette?"

The sack's opening seemed to loosen, but just as Lucas was about to open it, Vivian suddenly clutched her head and screamed, "Lucas, don't let him fool you! He mimicked Ms. Newman's voice to trick me into the bathroom!”

"Ms. Newman is still at the gala. How could she possibly be here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to remember something and fainted. Lucas immediately picked her up anxiously.

"Vivian? Vivian! Get the car ready!"

The bodyguard chimed in at just the right moment, "Mr. Richardson, Ms. Clarke can't handle any more stress in her condition. We should get her medical attention first."

Without needing the reminder, Lucas had already left with his people. If he had just taken one more look, he would have discovered that the so-called "perpetrator" in the sack was me.

I closed my eyes mockingly as my consciousness faded.

I did not know how much time passed before there was commotion around me again. I then heard Anna's voice.

"Ms. Newman? Ms. Newman! Hold on!"

She held me, her tone filled with angry indignation on my behalf. "Hold on, Ms. Newman. All of your paperwork is ready. When you wake up, we're going to make them pay!"

I forced myself to stay alert and struggled to open my eyes in the ambulance. Anna's tears fell on me one by one. I turned my head slightly and actually saw Lucas in the distance.

How ridiculous. We had met in the same hospital's emergency room. When he met my gaze, his eyes suddenly became panicked and fearful.

"Nanette?"

He tried to rush over and ask about my condition, but the doctors and Anna blocked him outside the emergency room.

The operating room light stayed on all night, and he waited outside the door all night.

Finally, the door opened. Lucas rushed forward and grabbed the first doctor to step out of the emergency room.

"Doctor! How's Nanette?"

The doctor looked at him in surprise. "And you are..."

Lucas' eyes were bloodshot. "I'm her husband!"

The doctor looked down and organized the papers in his hands, then handed them to him with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, sir. Your wife's head and body sustained more than a dozen severe blows while she was alive. The resuscitation was unsuccessful. She has passed away.

"This is the death certificate. Please sign here."

Each word struck Lucas like a blow, making his vision go dark. His heart felt like someone was squeezing it tightly, and he could barely stand.