No wonder Charlotte was badly frightened. How could such a delicate young lady bear all night watching her friend being beaten into a badly mutilated state? It was lucky that she didn't go mad from fright.
Savannah looked at Dylan, a little abstracted.
He didn't kill Edmond, not out of tenderness or pity, but because disability was more painful than death for a man.
Edmond wanted to hurt her, so he gave Edmond the worst punishnt in the world.
Savannah, however, wasn't happy to be taken so seriously by him. She felt more frightened.
Once again, she realized how ruthless the man was.
If he knew she had deceived him, would he be the sa cruel to her?
She shivered involuntarily.
"What's up?" Dylan took in every little movent of her.
She avoided his eyes and put her arms around his waist, murmuring, "nothing... I just can't imagine it. In fact, you don't have to do that…"
"He almost killed you," Dylan said calmly as he stroked her hair.
Savannah said nothing more but just held him tighter.
The little woman had never taken the initiative to get so close to him. He thought she was frightened by Edmond's matter. Lowering his head, he kissed her softly until she ward up.
"I'll go downstairs first. Take a rest and co down to lunch." He released her and said gently.
Savannah nodded obediently. After he left, she spent so ti on the phone and chatted with Olivia for a while until Garcia ca up and called her for lunch.
Downstairs in the dining room, she saw three dishes and a bowl of hot soup on the table, but no one there.
"Mr. Sterling's busy in the kitchen." Garcia smiled, pointing in the direction of the kitchen.
Surprised, Savannah went into the kitchen and saw him cutting an onion at the counter.
At the sound of her footsteps, he turned and said, "one last dish and a soup. Five minutes."
He ca down early just to cook?
"Those dishes out there are cooked by you?" She opened her eyes wide.
"Yeah," he put the diced onions into the pan with so green peppers, and imdiately they sizzled in the pan.
"Stand back." He pulled her aside, afraid the oil would touch her skin.
She stepped back obediently.
Didn't he send two cooks, specially for her? Why did he do it himself?
When he finished the last dish, he asked Garcia to take the soup that was almost ready on the stove.
After they sat down, Savannah looked at the full table of dishes, gasping.
"These are too much. We two can't finish them!"
"Not us. I've eaten at the office in the morning. You eat alone." Dylan smiled.
"Ah? I can't eat so much alone!" Savannah pouted, picking sothing dark in the soup with the spoon. "And what's this?"
Garcia, by her side, smiled and handed over a paper to her, "this's a special nu prepared by Mr. Sterling. Soup for today is Bak Kut Teh, an oriental dicated diet popular in Malaysia. Mr. Sterling said he's listened to the advice of nutrition experts and doctors, and they said hot soup is good for your health."
Special nu? Oriental dicated diet? What's that? So exaggerated!
She rembered when they went to the hospital for examination, Jacob said she should pay attention to her diet and needed more nutrients. He really took the words to his heart.
"Eat as much as you can. If you don't like today's food, I'll ask the cook to change them." Dylan filled a bowl of soup for her as if he had determined to fatten her up in the short term.
Though she never tried this, he had spent so much effort, and she couldn't throw it away. Finally, she took the bowl and sipped the soup.
* * *
A few days later, Joanne called again.
This ti, her tone on the phone seed to relax a lot.
Charlotte's mood was better, but she didn't go out much. She stayed in her room all day in a low spirit. Granny Rowe's blood pressure had been decreased a lot, and she was going to pray at a famous church tomorrow.
Granny Rowe was said to be a Christian. Recently, she found that everything seed to be against her, so she wanted to pray for herself and her family.
Savannah sneered. The Rowe family caused her father's death. They were all inwardly evil.
God wouldn't help them.
After hanging up, Savannah was silent for a mont, an idea coming to her.
Granny Rowe was going to GC church tomorrow.
Good.
* * *
Granny Rowe got up early the next morning.
Ever since Savannah got involved with the Rowe family, everything had begun to go against them.
That wicked girl not only robbed Charlotte's beloved man but also made her to the hospital several tis.
Just the other day, Charlotte spent a night outside and ca ho in a state of confusion the next morning. Granny Rowe didn't know what happened to her dear granddaughter, but she knew it must have sothing to do with Savannah.
In a word, everything was because of that girl!
Today, she was going to a famous church and prayed to God for the peace of the Rowe family.
She didn't want to be disturbed by others, so she insisted on going alone. After breakfast, she called the driver and left Royal Villa for GC church.
She had made arrangents in advance to send all people away, including the priest.
Now she was alone in the empty nave, saying her prayers with resentnt.
"Please, God, let things go well with my family and bless the safety of my family. Send the wicked girl away from the Rowe family as soon as possible..."
Suddenly, the lights in the hall switched off, taking the apparition with it and shrouding the hall in darkness.
Granny Rowe opened her eyes in horror. Then in a mont, she acquired a vacant, terrified stare when she saw a shadow on the window.
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