Not good, not good… Tyson thought to himself.

'Fortunately, she didn't drink much, but this matter, it's best not to let it happen again in the future." He continued: 'But the wound on her knee is a bit deep."


By the window, Milan's eyes were cold, he put out his cigarette, "Um" a sound, turned around, and pushed the door into the ward.

Tyson wanted to follow. "Bang" was a sound, the wooden door of the ward, right in front of him, slammed shut without any respect.

Touching his nose, Tyson smacked his lips. What's so good, he didn't want him to enter the ward? He would enter tomorrow, he would treat the ward as his home.


Feeling unfair in his heart, he didn't stay any longer, turned around, and left.

In the ward. "Don't you have anything to say to me?"


The man stood next to the ward, looking down from above at the woman lying on the hospital bed.

The woman lowered her head, the room suddenly became silent.

After waiting for a long time, still not seeing her react, Milan didn't know where a burst of anger came from: "They told you to kneel, you kneel? Ashley, for money, how many people have you knelt before on these two knees?"

Can't stand her being so pathetic and despicable... Ashley was so gorgeous before, how could she disappear like that?

The woman on the bed didn't say a word.

He was even more angry.

"Tell me, if I didn't show up in time, would you have finished that bottle of wine in the end? Do you value your life so much?" He couldn't believe it, this woman would use her life in exchange for money.

This wasn't the first time.

The time she performed the water act was also like that.

Since when did Ashley's life become so cheap?

Since when did she no longer value her life?

And she, why could she still be so calm?

Ashley was calm?

Her arm hidden under the blanket, in a place where he couldn't see, was tightening even more.

'Ashley, how many times have you used your luck, how many times have you bet your life? Tell me, if I didn't show up in time, what would have happened to you?"

This sentence completely shattered Ashley's rationality.

Suddenly raised her head.

Extremely fierce.

"Who needs you to show up?"

She was so angry that she trembled. Her eyes were red as she looked at him.

Milan. Who, who turned me into this state? Stop pretending. I kneel, I'm despicable, I bet my life, you should feel happy.

Who told me to "kill" the Gina you love?

Who told me to love you without thinking?

"Mr. Milan. I won't thank you."

Unforgivable.

There was no way to forgive.

If she was truly guilty, then falling into a situation like today, she deserved it.

But she didn't do that, and he didn't want to hear any explanation from Duane's questions in the private room of Paradise Club, those questions still echoed in his ears.

Those words were also proof of Gina's character.

Then, she looked into Milan's eyes, filled with hatred.

Suppose he had spent a little more time if he had believed in himself, if... no. There was no if. The only result was that she had been unjustly imprisoned for three years.

Milan was surprised to see the hatred in her eyes, this was something she had never seen before, no matter whether it was three years ago or three years later, no matter if it was the arrogant Ashley or the normal Ashley, he had never seen it.

But today, he saw hatred in her eyes.

Pain spread throughout his body, and his breathing became heavier.

Ashley loved him, how could Ashley hate him?

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain in his heart.

His gaze, placed on her,

Ashley suddenly smiled faintly: "Milan, your Gina is not innocent."

"Even today, you still want to justify yourself?"

 In Ashley's eyes, a ray of hope flashed, then subsided... Sure enough, he didn't believe her, deep down he didn't believe her.

When the explanation in his eyes, became a stain... Ashley told herself: No need to explain anymore.

She told herself again: Don't do anything rash to make him believe anymore.

But she still wasn't comfortable enough, she was about to be tormented by herself to the point of insanity, she stared at the man standing next to the bed, as if taking revenge and mockingly said: "Gina, she deserved it." An arm suddenly raised high, swinging towards Ashley's face, Ashley's face paled, reflexively closing her eyes.

The pain, as expected, didn't fall on her, "Bang" a sound, the sound of punching the wall, exploded in her ears.

 "Ashley, you've become like this, mediocre, miserable, forget it, I thought you were still Ashley. The dead person is dead, you still want to humiliate her, this kind of appearance is disgusting." 

With a loud noise, Milan's eyes flashed with extreme disappointment, they slammed the door and went out. 

In the ward, the woman on the bed was like a statue, her face was calm to the point of being terrifying, 

A minute passed, two minutes passed... five minutes passed... ten minutes passed. Finally... 

Gina is the one who died, so what about her? What about her? 

Ashley couldn't bear it anymore, holding back her screams. 

Milan. Are your eyes blind? 

What about me? 

Do I deserve this? Can't I atone for my sins even if I die? 

My appearance, is it disgusting? 

Did I humiliate a dead person? That dead person is not innocent at all. 

 In her throat, a monster-like scream came out, painfully closing her eyes… Milan, the thing I regret the most in this life is meeting you.

Meadow faced Milan, her heart was extremely tense: 'Mr. Milan, I just feel that Ashley makes others pity."

She was explaining, the matter of why she helped Ashley hide the origin of the money she earned from the man in front of her,

Milan's mood was not good at the moment,

The last bitter words of that woman, kept ringing in his ears, unable to disappear.

At this moment, hearing Meadow's words. 'Ashley makes others pity." His thin lips immediately curled up coldly: 'Meadow, under my hand, there is no good person."

That woman makes others pity? … For a dead best friend, she still curses and insults.

Such a person can truly make others pity.

He was very angry, angry to the point of being unable to express it in words.

When he discovered that she had become despicable and pitiful, he was not this angry.

In his impression, Ashley was arrogant and agile, with a spirit reaching for the sky, she would not curse and insult a dead person like that.

But today, sh him open his eyes… Anger for no reason, and also an indescribable disappointment. He did not understand, what was he disappointed about.

Cold sweat broke out on Meadow's forehead, the man in front of her, with just one sentence, could decide her life and death.

But… she did not regret it.

 'Mr. Milan, I disobeyed you, it was my fault, I am willing to accept the punishment."

Meadow's back straightened.

Immediately, Milan's eyes were slightly dazed, on Meadow's body, seeing the image of Ashley in his memory, also bravely admitting like that, also standing in front of him with such a straight back, also… not regretting like that.

'Early tomorrow morning, go to court, accept the punishment." Milan's voice was calm, after saying these words like a nail, he lifted his slender legs and walked out.

Leaving Meadow's limp body, leaning against the white wall behind her, after a long while, she let out a sigh of relief.

Exhaling, Meadow raised her arm, wiping the sweat on her forehead… Milan let her go to court to accept the punishment, this was a good thing.

Then she thought of something else, that idiot Ashley, she didn't know what was wrong with her.

 While changing her thoughts, Meadow did not hesitate and walked towards Ashley's ward.

Just in front of the ward, Meadow raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, suddenly, her raised arm stopped in mid-air, and she pricked up her ears to listen, the suppressed scream she just heard, was not her imagination.

A door away, the scream was like a monster, suppressed low, rough, and hard to hear.

Yes, this was the inherent sound of that idiot's broken throat.

Suppressed, heavy, like a wounded monster, not daring to scream.

Meadow stood there, like a statue, standing in front of Ashley's ward door, not moving for a long time,

She did not know how much time had passed, in the ward, that suppressed heavy screams, gradually disappeared, Meadow concentrated more to listen, then confirmed, that the woman in the ward had calmed down.

 She didn't rush in, another minute passed, and Meadow was still standing outside the door, waiting for exactly one minute, then raised her hand, decided to open the door, pushed the door, and walked in.