Chapter 5

“Are you awake?” Miles’ voice came from beside her.

Wendy turned her head with effort and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed with his brows furrowed. A flicker of concern in his eyes was quickly replaced by anger.

“Do you realize you’ve fractured a bone?” His voice was low and tense. “The doctor said if it had been even slightly worse, you could have died!”

Wendy’s throat felt dry as she opened her mouth. “It was Vivian who pushed me.”

Miles’ expression darkened instantly. “At this point, you’re still blaming someone else?”

“I’m not!” Wendy struggled to sit up. “It was your mother who shoved me into traffic!”

“That’s enough!” Miles jumped to his feet. Fury flashed across his eyes. “My mom just woke up and said you pushed her! Vivian saw with her own eyes that you hit the wheelchair!”

Wendy stared at him. “Check the security cameras.”

“Check the cameras?” Miles grabbed her wrist. His voice was tight with anger. “Do you know who my mother is? Vivian is such a gentle person. What reason would she have to hurt her?!”

Wendy suddenly laughed until her eyes were red.

He believed everyone except her.

She reached for the call button on the bedside.

When the nurse arrived, Wendy said directly, “Call the police.”

Miles’ face went pale. “Are you out of your mind?”

…

The police soon arrived. When they asked questions, Miles cut them off with a cold expression, “She’s mentally unstable. She has depression and often thinks people are out to get her.”

One of the officers looked at Wendy skeptically.

Wendy said in a calm voice, “I want the traffic camera footage from the intersection.”

Miles lowered his voice and said, “I’m sorry, she’s been emotionally unstable recently. I’ll take her to a psychiatrist.”

The police hesitated for a moment, then left after taking a few notes.

Once the hospital room door was closed, Miles grabbed Wendy’s shoulder. His voice was cold as ice. “Do you have to make such a scene?”

Wendy looked up at him. “I just wanted the truth.”

Miles sneered, “The truth? You’ve been playing this act since yesterday, just to ruin my mother and frame Vivian today. Wendy, you’re ruthless.”

Wendy remained silent, simply staring at him.

His chest tightened at her gaze, but the next second, Vivian burst in. Her eyes were red as she spoke, “Miles, your mother has woken up! She said Wendy pushed her!”

Miles’ expression went stone cold.

“Of course.” He released Wendy’s arm and turned to the bodyguard at the door. “Take her to the electroshock room.”

Wendy was pinned to the bed with her limbs strapped down.

Miles stood at the doorway with furrowed brows. He seemed to hesitate for a moment.

Vivian stepped forward. Then, she said in a soft voice, “Miles, your mother said her emotions are unstable right now. What if she hurts herself again?”

Miles closed his eyes briefly and instructed with a cold voice, “Begin.”

The instant the current hit, searing pain surged through Wendy’s body like a tidal wave.

She bit her lip hard, tasting blood in her mouth as the agony spread.

“Did you push her?” the doctor asked.

She did not answer.

The current struck again. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, painful sobs escaping her throat.

Miles stood nearby. His fingers slightly trembled before finally shouting, “Enough!”

Vivian pressed a hand gently against his arm and chimed in with a gentle voice, “Miles, your mother said she won’t tell the truth unless she feels some pain.”

Miles clenched his fists and turned his face away.

By the third shock, Wendy finally broke. Her voice was hoarse as she admitted, “I did it. I pushed her.”

Miles snapped his head around. Pain flashed across his eyes but was quickly replaced by coldness.

“Why didn’t you admit it earlier?” He stepped forward, reaching for her face, but she turned her head away.

His fingers hung frozen for a moment before he finally pulled them back and said in a cold, sharp tone, “Lock her up for two days. Let her cool off.”

He turned around and left.

Vivian did not rush after him. Instead, she gave the doctor a meaningful glance.