Not long after the two left, a burly middle-aged woman moved into the villa in Mountain View.
She claimed to be here to supervise her to take care of Miss Blackwood, and then came the endless torture for her.
Amy Thompson, who was wiping the glass, received a call from the hospital, saying that her father needed to go through the hospitalization fee procedures, and she took advantage of the two people watching her to take a nap, and hurriedly took a taxi to the hospital.
After coming out of the doctors office, Amy Thompson came to the ICU in a depressed mood, staring at her father wearing an oxygen mask on the hospital bed through a layer of glass, biting her lips tightly, and crying silently.
"You are not supposed to be here, without my permission, you are not allowed to leave Mountain View in the future." Ethan Blackwoods cold voice sounded behind her.
She wiped her tears gently, turned around and looked up, showing a bitter smile, "My dad is seriously ill now, shouldnt I be here?"
"Amy Thompson, your life was not your own three years ago, do you think you have the right to come here?" Ethan Blackwood looked down at her, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to freeze her alive.
"Haha... then I have to thank Mr. Blackwood for giving me three years of freedom, right?" Amy Thompson laughed at herself, laughing at her own powerlessness.
"You..." The unfamiliar self in her eyes, her arrogant and unyielding appearance, made Ethan Blackwood feel flustered inside.
"Very good, Amy Thompson, you can always challenge my patience!" Ethan Blackwood approached her, raised her jaw with one hand, and forced her to look up at him.
Amy Thompson clenched her fists tightly, and her fingernails sank deeply into her skin, and the pain made her stubbornly glance to one side.
"I want you to look at me!"
A roar, she trembled slightly all over, and looked at his bloodshot eyes.
"Sign it, and I will be responsible for your fathers medical expenses." He let go and put a paper contract in front of her.
The content is simple and clear, it is nothing more than a contract of servitude.
"Okay."
Three words were clean and neat on the white paper in the lower right corner, and she handed the contract to him.
It seems that his appearance here is just to humiliate her in broad daylight.
Suddenly, Ethan Blackwood took Amy Thompsons ten fingers close to his teeth, and in her struggle, "hiss" a muffled hum, the blood seeped on the fingerprint, and then printed on the handsome handwriting.
"This is a contract with legal effect, dont think about denying it."
At night, Amy Thompson was restless in bed, turning over and over.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and Ethan Blackwood, who was drunk, appeared at the door.
"Light, I miss you so much..."
"What are you doing here, Ethan Blackwood?" Amy Thompson shrank back in panic.
"Light, dont leave me..." Ethan Blackwood was already unconscious, and he just wanted to hold the figure he had been thinking about day and night.
The next second, the lips with alcohol fell on Amy Thompsons soft lips, soft and numb.
She clenched her teeth tightly, and her small fists hammered on his chest, but he was even more unscrupulous, and his tongue gently pushed open the bright shell teeth, and explored step by step...
"Scumbag... let go... let go of me..." Amy Thompsons countless fists beat on his shoulders.
That kind of resistance was like an aphrodisiac for him, and his powerful arms tore open her white long skirt, and his big hands wandered on her white skin wantonly in the struggle...