“Daisie! You’re beyond saving!” he spat through clenched teeth, his eyes bloodshot. “You don’t deserve to stay in this hospital another second! Guards!”
Two bodyguards rushed in at his command.
“Take her back. Lock her in the basement. No one opens that door unless I say so!” he ordered coldly.
“Willard, please don’t…” Kendra pretended to plead, tears glimmering prettily in her eyes. “Daisie is still injured…”
“She won’t die,” Willard cut her off sharply, pulling her close and leading her out. “Women like her don’t deserve to breathe the same air as us.”
The bodyguards grabbed Daisie by the arms and dragged her away like she was nothing but a piece of trash. She didn’t fight back. She didn’t beg.
Blood blurred her vision, but through the red haze, she saw Willard tenderly protecting Kendra as they walked out together.
Hate?
Of course, she hated them. She hated them with every fiber of her being!
‘One day,’ she swore, ‘they will apologize to me and beg for my forgiveness!’
Now, she finally understood—in Willard’s heart, Kendra was everything. And Daisie was worth less than an insect beneath his feet.
The bodyguards dragged her across the floor and then threw her into the basement.