Chapter 3

The next morning, a sports car pulled up outside the mansion.

Ethan Hurley, a man with dyed red hair and a flashy printed shirt, stepped out and let out a sleazy whistle at Rebecca.

"You turned down the guy I picked for you just to end up with this?" Trevor clenched his fists, his brow furrowed with barely suppressed rage.

Rebecca shrank back timidly. "I- I like him."

Trevor's eyebrows shot together in a tight scowl. "Eileen, I don't trust her going alone. Go with her."

Exhausted, Eileen was about to refuse when Trevor cut her off. "I heard your father's been trying to lease that land in the north district."

He was actually using her parents to threaten her.

Eileen dug her nails into her palms, but in the end, she got into the red sports car with Rebecca as Trevor had instructed.

The sports car sped down the road, eventually pulling up outside an abandoned warehouse.

The moment they stepped out, a group of thugs led by Ethan grabbed them.

"What do you think you're doing?" Eileen fought back her panic, struggling to stay composed.

But she hadn't expected Ethan to be targeting Rebecca. Without a word, he swung a wooden bat straight at Rebecca.

"Rebecca, you're really crazy! No wonder you've been sent to an asylum!"

Eileen had no clue what Ethan was talking about.

Before she could process it, Trevor burst into the warehouse like a man possessed. "Rebecca!"

Rebecca lay weakly in his arms. Her eyes were hollow, but she whimpered, "I was wrong, Aunt Eileen. Please stop hitting me. I won't fall for Uncle Trevor anymore, I promise…"

Trevor wrapped his arms tightly around her. His gaze was cold as ice when he turned to look at Eileen. "Eileen Weaver! How dare you?"

Eileen shook her head in sheer panic. "No! It wasn't me! I have no idea what's going on!"

But Trevor was too focused on a broken Rebecca to hear a word Eileen said. "I didn't marry you to let you hurt Rebecca!"

Eileen shook her head in despair. "I don't even know these people! At least give me a chance to prove myself!"

Trevor froze. He gently set Rebecca down and stood up. "Prove yourself? How?"

Eileen fumbled frantically for her phone. "I recorded it. The whole conversation just now is on my phone!"

However, she found her phone completely dead and unresponsive. "Why isn't it turning on?"

Eileen jammed down on the power button again and again, but the screen stayed pitch black.

Trevor's chest heaved as he forced himself to calm down. When he looked back at her, his eyes held nothing but cold indifference. "If you can't prove it, then you did it. Rebecca doesn't lie. You'll suffer whatever she suffered today!"

"No!" Eileen jerked her head up, only to see Trevor already walking away with Rebecca in his arms.

Before leaving, Rebecca threw Eileen a subtle, sinister smile over Trevor's shoulder.

Trevor's men trapped Eileen in the warehouse. She took every blow Rebecca had suffered, one after another.

Worse still, Ethan and his gang began to harbor dark, twisted intentions as they looked at her. "I heard Trevor treats this woman pretty well. I wonder what she tastes like."

Eileen backed away in terror while pleading in absolute desperation, "No! Please! I'm begging you! Don't!"

But seeing her exposed skin, the thugs' eyes were already burning with lust. "Come on, sweetheart. Let us have a turn with you!"

They tore at her clothes piece by piece. Right as they ripped away her last layer of dignity, a sleek black luxury car ground to a halt outside the warehouse. A man dressed like a butler stepped out.

"Get out of here, all of you! Mr. Osborn has no stomach for dirty business like this!"

This Mr. Osborn clearly carried immense clout. The moment the thugs heard his name, they scrambled and scattered.

Before slipping into unconsciousness, Eileen managed to memorize the license plate of the black luxury car.

Sometime later, she woke up discarded like a rag beside a trash can.

Rain poured down from the sky, and dirty water trickled through the cracks toward her.

In the filth, she noticed a discarded razor blade.

Only one thought remained in her mind. "Let it end. Just end all of this!"

At some point, her phone had restarted. Now it was ringing. "Eileen, come home right now! Trevor's trying to tear up every contract he has with your dad!"

Forcing herself through the blinding pain, Eileen stumbled all the way back to the Weaver residence.

By the time she arrived, Trevor was just stepping out of the house.

A flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes as he took in her battered appearance.

But the next second, Rebecca let out a feeble, painful whimper.

Trevor's expression instantly hardened back into cold stone. "Don't try your cheap tricks on me."

Durham Group held the economic lifeline of Jasmont.

Trevor was the sole heir to Durham Group, and Eileen knew all too well how ruthless he could be.

The last person who crossed the Durham family was ruined by Trevor.

Eileen suddenly hated herself. For five whole years, all her energy had gone into making Trevor fall in love with her.

She had stopped learning or thinking, and now that disaster struck, all she could do was beg him in utter despair, "I know I was wrong. Please, for all the years we've been together, spare my dad's company this once."