I shouted with a pale face, "Let go, my wife is Julia!"
Everyone looked at me like a madman.
Rachel squatted down, "I know you love me too much, so you want this a way to attract my attention. Don't say such crazy words again. I won't despise you even if you lose your hand."
As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her knife. The watch and my palm were chopped off. Patrick quickly picked up the severed hand and threw it out of the window.
My eyes were bloodshot and I almost fainted from the pain.
When I looked up, I saw his sinister smile of success in my blurred vision.
"Rachel, that's enough. Be careful not to recover your memory and end up in trouble." A friend couldn't help but whispered.
Patrick interrupted immediately, "Rachel, President Jones is coming soon. Do you want to watch my brother's limbs being chopped off and put in a dog collar?"
"It's better to get a prosthesis without a hand than to lose your life."
Rachel's wavering face suddenly became firm. Seeing me shivering and curled up, she gritted her teeth, "Mike, I'm doing this for your own good. I will make it up to you in the future. "