Nancy Lawson handed him a USB drive. "All the videos are on here."
Caleb Rhodes’s gaze shifted from Nina Wynn, his eyes as cold as frost. "Go get a laptop."
A laptop was brought over shortly.
He plugged in the USB drive and opened the video file.
There were dozens of videos, each one evidence of the tornt and bullying Nina Wynn had endured over the years.
He clicked on a random one, and the video imdiately popped up.
It must have been a video from years ago. Nina Wynn looked very young, around thirteen or fourteen, wearing a small middle school uniform. She was cornered by a group of others in the sa school uniforms.
There was no sound, but he could tell from their lip movents that their curses were vile.
Nina Wynn was curled up in the corner, her hands over her head, letting them kick and curse her.
They were clearly at school, yet no one stepped in to stop it. Even through the screen, he could feel Nina Wynn’s despair at that mont.
Caleb Rhodes stared motionlessly at the video, the storm gathering in his eyes growing more intense. Nancy Lawson could clearly see the veins popping on his forehead.
This video lasted only about ten minutes. Then ca the second one.
It was clearly from her university days, fild on a phone.
This one had sound. The footage was chaotic and shaky.
Nina Wynn, wearing a backpack and a white dress, was being forced step by step toward the top of a staircase.
"Bitch, you dare to hit on senior Zane Landon? I’ll fucking kill you!"
"Fucking slut, have you slept with every guy in the school? Your fucking pussy must stink by now, and you still dare to seduce a senior!"
Nina Wynn kept her head down, her fingers tightly gripping her dress as she retreated step by step to the edge of the stairs.
Suddenly, a tall girl rushed into the fra, grabbed Nina Wynn’s hair, and yanked her forward violently. Nina Wynn let out a muffled groan but still didn’t cry for help.
Another round of foul curses erupted. Nina Wynn was pushed down the stairs. The screen shook violently, then the video abruptly ended.
The next video imdiately began.
This ti, Nina Wynn was running. The footage was shaky again, and a man’s laughter echoed from the player.
It was lewd and unrestrained.
"I heard she’s the school beauty of No. 1 High. Fucking aweso. Look at how pale her calves are, I really wanna fuck her to death!"
"I’m going first, you’re second!"
"I’m gonna take her from behind, don’t you fucking fight for it!"
"So many guys have slept with her, what if she has a disease? I heard she does."
"Even if she has a disease, it’s worth it. I’ve never fucked a woman this beautiful before."
...
Soon, two tall n in floral shirts appeared on cara, dragging Nina Wynn into a corner.
Nina Wynn looked up at the cara in terror, but she didn’t cry for help.
Even though the video was blurry and shaky, you could still see the heart-wrenching despair in her eyes.
The two n started tearing at her dress. She struggled with all her might, but she was no match for them.
Soon, a piece of her school uniform dress was ripped off, and the n’s jeers grew even fouler.
Suddenly, Nina Wynn fumbled for a brick on the ground and smashed it hard against one man’s head. The picture froze for a second, then even uglier curses filled the player. You could clearly hear the sound of clothes being ripped and flesh being slapped.
The video cut off abruptly at the sound of police sirens.
"SMASH!"
The laptop suddenly flew through the air, crashing hard against the opposite wall and shattering into pieces.
Caleb Rhodes’s eyes were bloodshot, and the malicious aura around him was like that of a demon crawling straight out of Hell.
"Find them. Find every single one of these people. Not one of them gets away!"
The savagery in his voice was terrifying.
Nancy Lawson had been with him for so many years, but this was the first ti she had ever seen him lose control like this. The ever-unruffled Valorian Crown Prince was now like an enraged beast.
"Everyone. The people who fild the videos, the people who bullied her—drag them all out, one by one. I won’t let a single one of them go!"
Nancy Lawson was also stunned by the videos she had just seen. Now she finally understood where Nina Wynn’s endurance ca from.
A young woman just barely twenty, who could hide for three or four days with two broken ribs without making a sound, who wouldn’t send a signal for help even when she was dying—it was all the result of long-term bullying over the years.
She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and began picking up the shattered pieces of the laptop. "Third Lord Master, these videos have been passed around countless tis. The people who have them aren’t necessarily the ones who fild them. It will definitely take ti to find everyone."
Caleb Rhodes’s voice was as cold as if it ca from the deepest pits of Hell. "Find them! No matter the cost, you must drag them all out. No one gets to bully my person for free!"
"Gather all evidence of the Joyce Family’s cris. I want them to pay for this with their blood, a hundred, a thousand tis over."
A sudden gust of wind seed to sweep through the hallway, carrying his words with it. The surrounding air felt as if it had frozen solid, cold enough to make one tremble.
Just then, the door to the intensive care unit suddenly opened, and a nurse rushed out.
"The patient is awake! Hurry and get Professor Landon!"
Those words seed to snap Caleb Rhodes back to his senses. He spun around and pulled on the glass door, about to walk in.
The nurse blocked the doorway. "No, you can’t go in. You have germs on you. If she gets an infection, it could kill her."
"She’s awake?"
"Yes, she’s awake, but you still can’t go in. We have to wait for Professor Landon to examine her and make a decision."
From smoking so heavily, Caleb Rhodes’s voice was already too hoarse to be understood clearly, but his aura was so oppressive that the young nurse was terrified of him. She stamred, "Also, the sll of smoke on you is very strong. You really can’t co in."
At that mont, Professor Landon arrived. He called out, "Third Lord Master," and entered the ICU.
This ti, the curtain to the ICU room was drawn tightly shut, and not a single sound or movent could be heard or seen from the outside.
After a long ti, Professor Landon ca out. He pulled down his mask, his expression much more relaxed. "This kid is lucky. She’s quite sensitive to this particular drug and managed to pull through. She’ll stay in here for another two or three days, and if there are no complications, she can be transferred to a regular ward."
Caleb Rhodes stared at the slightly ajar door, his tone firm. "I want to go in and see her."
Professor Landon nodded. "You’ll need to change your clothes."
A short while later, Caleb Rhodes entered the intensive care unit.
He was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, his hair neat and clean. He looked cold, reserved, and distinguished, his presence imposing.
But Professor Landon could still tell that he wasn’t in good shape.
There were faint dark circles under his eyes; he clearly hadn’t rested well.
Just as a person can’t hide their elation, their dejection is equally difficult to conceal.
He wanted to say sothing, but from the mont Caleb Rhodes stepped through the door, his gaze was locked firmly on the young woman.
The possessiveness and desire for control in that gaze startled the professor, a man who had seen much of the world.
Nina Wynn had only been awake for a short ti and had already fallen back asleep while Caleb Rhodes was changing.
Tubes covered her body, and her face was so pale it was devoid of all color. Even the small mole by her lips seed to have died, turning a dull gray.
Caleb Rhodes’s well-defined hand wrapped around her soft, pale fingers. His dark gaze traced her pale yet delicate features.
The entire ICU was silent, save for the whirring of the machines.
After a long mont, he released Nina Wynn’s hand and pressed a cold kiss to her hair.
"Nina, every single one of them will pay the price, a thousand, ten thousand tis over!"
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