"It’s the two of them, the two of them were in the restroom plotting sothing, and when I overheard them, they took to a warehouse, and they were going to kill to silence !"
Zoey Sanders’s voice was still weak, but her emotions were unnaturally agitated as she raised her hand, pointing directly at the two people kneeling beside her bed.
Emma Winton, Chloe Woods, and Owen Winton’s faces changed dramatically.
"Later, Emma knocked out. I felt myself being packed into a box and transported out. At the ti, I wanted to call for help, but I didn’t have the strength. When I woke up, I was in a cage, guarded by so n. They said a Miss Winton gave them money to sell , as far away as possible..."
Zoey Sanders stared intensely at the two people kneeling on the ground, her voice light yet clear as she described the entire process of her kidnapping.
Joseph Sanders’s clenched fist turned white at the knuckles, and a faint creaking sound could be heard.
Hope Williams and the others also had particularly grim expressions.
"Slap."
"Slap."
Lucy Parker’s eyes exploded with imnse hatred as she suddenly lunged at the two, delivering two harsh slaps to their faces.
"You two vicious won, if it weren’t for my daughter’s good luck, she wouldn’t be lying here alive. You were going to kill my daughter, you were going to kill my daughter!"
"Ah... let go of , it hurts, get off, ah..." Chloe Woods cried out sharply in pain.
Emma Winton, kicked several tis by Lucy Parker, fell to the floor. Her face was ashen, yet she said nothing, the light in her eyes gradually dimming, leaving only mockery behind.
At this mont, Lucy Parker wished to tear the two apart with a thousand knives. If Zoey Sanders hadn’t spoken up, she wouldn’t have known what she’d been through in those few hours.
If she hadn’t been rescued in ti, Zoey Sanders truly would have died.
How could she not hate?
If she had a knife, Lucy Parker would have wanted to kill these two malicious won imdiately.
Upon hearing this, Owen Winton, knowing he was in the wrong, still couldn’t watch his daughter being beaten. He imdiately went up to protect Emma, "That’s enough, stop hitting."
"Enough?"
Adrian Sanders sneered, pointing at Zoey Sanders on the hospital bed, "If it were your daughter being hard like this by my daughter, would you think it’s enough? Would you let it go? Now your daughter has only taken a few slaps, and you feel for her? What are we supposed to do? If your daughter had killed mine, what should we do?"
Owen Winton frowned, pursing his lips tightly.
If Emma were hard like that by soone else, he certainly wouldn’t let it go. Everyone cherishes their daughter dearly; who wouldn’t feel for them?
He could understand the feelings of the Lewis Family parents at that mont, but looking at the severely injured Emma Winton in his arms, he was also incredibly heartbroken.
Seeing him remain silent, Adrian Sanders snorted angrily, bending down to pull his wife up, "Let her go first; hitting her hurts your own hand."
Lucy Parker finally stood up.
Emma Winton and Chloe Woods, one cradled in Owen Winton’s arms, the other lying on the ground, sobbing softly.
Emma’s cheeks were swollen red, her hair disheveled, her body in such pain she couldn’t stand, trembling all over.
When Owen Winton helped her up, her expression was sowhat dazed. After a long ti, she pushed Owen Winton away, lightly curling her lips, "Dad, I’ll handle this myself."
Owen Winton looked at Emma Winton with concern.
Emma Winton took a step towards Zoey Sanders, and soone imdiately blocked her path, looking at her apprehensively.
Emma Winton tugged her lips weakly, not moving forward. She looked at everyone, weariness written all over her face as she spoke, "I admit... all of this was arranged by , including that car accident, all arranged so the Lewis Family would owe a favor, that’s right, everything was for this arranged marriage."
Emma lowered her eyes in a bitter smile.
Maybe she herself found it ridiculous, pushing herself to such a corner for an arranged marriage.
After a brief pause, she lifted her head, and with a deep breath, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, "How did things beco like this... I regret it so much. If I had been just a little bit more ruthless towards any of the three of you, I wouldn’t have ended up like this. Wyatt Lewis, I hate myself, but I hate you even more."
"I really don’t understand, what’s wrong with ? The more elite the family, the more they value lineage, why does your family not care at all."
Wyatt Lewis looked coldly at Emma Winton’s pale face and desperate expression, his voice unusually calm, "I told you, even if I had to beco a monk, I wouldn’t marry you. I have the one I love, and our family doesn’t need an arranged marriage..."
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