Chapter 4

When I opened my eyes, I was back at the Bryant mansion.

A maid saw me waking up and spared me a cold glance. "You’re awake?"

I shook my pounding head and struggled out of bed.

I had to go back to the hound yard to find my parents. But the maid blocked my way.

"Mr. Bryant said we’re celebrating Windsor’s big win at the National Design Awards tonight. You are to prepare the dinner."

"I have to go."

I tried to push past her, but she grabbed my arm tightly. "Can you stop making trouble for everyone?"

"If you run off, Mr. Bryant will skin me alive!"

Looking at the maid’s frustrated and resentful face, I lost my voice.

She wasn't lying.

Once, when I refused to give blood to Windsor, everyone in the mansion’s staff got punished because of me.

Even though they treated me poorly, I didn’t want to drag innocent people down anymore.

So, I forced myself to stay calm. "I’ll talk to Mason myself."

With that, I walked downstairs.

As soon as I reached the living room, I saw Mason’s sister, Natasha.

She was presenting a gift to Windsor. "Windsor, I still think you’re the perfect match for Mason. Once you marry him, we’ll finally be a real family."

"Oh, don't say that, Natasha. If Angel hears you, she’ll think I’m trying to steal her husband!"

"Her? She’s not even worthy of wiping Mason's shoes."

Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically.

Then, she spotted me. Her sneer grew wider.

"Oh, look who’s still breathing. Fainting after just 800cc? How pathetic."

"Why didn’t you just play dead? Maybe Mason would have felt a tiny bit of pity for you."

I ignored Natasha and looked around, but Mason wasn’t there.

"Are you looking for Mason?" Windsor asked gently.

When I didn't deny it, she continued:

"He went out to pick up a special gift for me. If you need something, you can tell me. I’ll pass it along."

Since Mason wasn't here, nobody could stop me from leaving.

I turned to walk out of the villa.

But Natasha wasn't done with me. She followed me out to the driveway.

"Angel, if I were you, I would have signed the divorce papers ages ago. Isn't it exhausting clinging to a man who hates you?"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh.

Since the day Mason forced me to become Windsor's blood donor, I had brought up divorce countless times.

But every single time, Mason would explode in rage, shouting, "In your dreams!"

At first, I foolishly thought he couldn't let me go because he still loved me.

Later, I realized he just didn't want to lose his leverage over me.

"What are you laughing at?" Natasha snapped.

"If you’re so eager, go convince Mason to sign the papers. Otherwise, stay out of my way."

I gave Natasha a freezing glare and walked away.

Before, I tolerated their abuse because of my parents. But now, I had nothing left to lose.

As I walked down the street, I could still hear Natasha screaming curses behind me.

"Fine! Go ahead and act tough! Let's see if you come crawling back to beg the Bryant family when your parents are dying!"

I took one last look at the Bryant estate and whispered, "Never again."

I rushed back to the hound yard.

But no matter where I searched, my parents' bodies were gone.

I found the manager of the yard. The moment I mentioned the bodies, his face went completely pale.

"Don't talk nonsense! We don’t have any dead bodies here!"

They blocked me from searching further. Left with no choice, I called the police.

Once the flashing police lights arrived, the owner of the yard finally panicked and let us view the security footage.

When I saw my parents' bodies being thrown into the industrial meat grinder used for dog food, my entire world shattered.

"Why?! Why would you do that to them?!" I screamed, completely losing my mind.

With the police standing right there, the owner was terrified.

He dragged the employee in charge of the grinder over to face us.

The young kid had never seen police officers before. He was so scared he was shaking.