"You? Carrying Aaron's child? You're just a bird to him. Miss Peyer wanted us to keep you company, so a bird like you wouldn't try to seduce someone else's fiancé."
When they laid their hands on me, I suddenly laughed. The blue dot on my wrist went out.
After enduring so much pain to have it implanted, it was useless when I needed it the most.
The world really was unfair.
I was already dying.
Did they still have to humiliate me?
But I couldn't fight back.
My clothes had already been torn off. Even if I died here, what difference would it make?
I only knew that I used all the strength I had left to slam my head against the wall.
The last thing I remembered was seeing a group of shirtless men trying to save me.
Aaron, I no longer owe you anything.
Death... would be a relief for me.
It was just a shame about my child.
But in the end, I won't leave so easily.
Perhaps it was my baby who still wanted me to live.
When I woke up again, those men had dumped me at the hospital.
They were afraid of being tracked down, so none of them stuck around.
I had six stitches in my head, and it was wrapped in gauze.
The tracker had also been cut out of my wrist.