"Enough, enough, my dear, dont really strangle her to death. My sister is lonely and no man is willing to have her; I still want to satisfy her wish... Shall we find a few strong men to keep sister company and have some fun?" Isabelle Gray spoke softly, her voice sweet as water, as she cooed her request with a gentle pout.
Logan Echolls, ever indulgent to Isabelle, humphed evilly and released his grip, "Dont let me hear anything I shouldnt from you again, and dont try to pull any tricks. Let me tell you, the Gray family is now under my control, and the entire Echolls Corp is in my hands. Youre like Sun Wukong, and you cant escape my grasp, no matter how much you struggle!"
Elinor Dashwoods face was pale, but she stubbornly glared at Logan Echolls!
"Since youre in need of a man, Ill provide you with men to satisfy your cravings! Someone, find a few repulsive old men to entertain Miss Dashwood!"
Elinor wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, struggled to get up from the ground, and said with difficulty, "Ha... Save the old men for Miss Gray. Shes naturally very lustful!"
She had to leave; she couldnt stay in this place any longer. If she stayed, she would迟早 be humiliated and killed by this despicable couple! She couldnt die yet; she hadnt avenged her brother, mother, grandfather, and foster parents. She hadnt taken back Echolls Corp!
"Elinor Dashwood! How dare you insult me! Dont you have any shame! Why do you say such things about me!" Isabelle, who was scolded by her, couldnt stand it at the time. She was furious and indignant, grabbing Elinor and not letting go!
Elinor didnt want to argue with her and tried desperately to break free!
"Let go!"
"Elinor Dashwood, you bitch, Im as clean as can be, Ive only had one man, Logan. You, on the other hand, have been seducing men since you were little, with a face like a fox spirit. Get back here! You must apologize to me!"
Elinor didnt want to fight with her and tried to shake her off, "Let go! Why should I apologize! What I said is the truth!"
"Youre lying!" Isabelle chased after her, but her feet slipped, and her heart was empty, and suddenly she fell!
"Ah!"
A sharp cry of pain pierced the sky, and Isabelle tumbled down the steps.
Blood flowed everywhere, shocking to the eyes!
"Isabelle!" Logans face immediately sank, and he shouted in pain, wanting to stop it, but it was too late. Isabelle had already fallen into the pool!
"Ah! My baby! Logan... Help me, cough, cough!"
"Everyone, what are you doing! Go save her now!" He roared crazily, directing the rescue!
His dark, sinister eyes were rolling with stormy waves, and he stared straight at the stunned Elinor, his teeth clenched, and he approached step by step, wanting to kill her!
"Elinor Dashwood! You bitch! Youre dead!"
Logans slap came again, grabbing her hair and smashing her head against the wall!
"I want you to pay for this!"
Elinor felt dizzy and disoriented, and the severe pain spread throughout her internal organs. Her vision turned blood red, and her mind went blank. She felt her light body being thrown into the pool.
The overwhelming darkness came, and she tried desperately to surface, but her mind was muddled, and she couldnt exert any strength!
The cold water poured into her lungs without restraint, suffocating her.
Everything around her was quiet; she kept sinking, falling!
Her consciousness was becoming more and more diffuse...
"Get out of here, youre no longer part of the Dashwood family!"
"Elinor Dashwood, I am the real Miss Dashwood of this house, everything you once had is mine!"
"Not a penny of the Dashwood estate for you or Jamie Fraser, he dared to compete with me, so thats why hes in the ICU, and you dare to compete with me, Ill make sure you die!!"
"Edward Cullen, your mother gave me five million to leave you, so lets break up, I only liked your money anyway, now that I have the money, my purpose is achieved, and the child in my belly isnt yours, theres no point in being together. So lets part ways amicably, and when we meet in the future, just be strangers."
The past unfolded before her like a movie, and Elinor felt like she might be dead.
Otherwise, why would she remember so many things she didnt want to recall?
Her head ached, a piercing pain.
The long, perilous night enveloped her.
Bang!
Elinor was suddenly startled out of her daze.
Before she could open her eyes, a force pulled her from the bed.
The needle in her snow-white hand was brutally torn out, and blood dripped out!
"Elinor Dashwood! You still have the face to pretend to be dead here! Why arent you the one who died! You killed the child in Isabelles belly, you disaster! Youre the one who owes her, even your worthless life isnt enough to make up for it!"
By her ear, the voice of her father, Thomas Dashwood, came through loud and angry, filled with boundless rage!
Thomas Dashwood, a man she hadnt called "dad" since her mothers death.
Elinor could imagine his furious expression without looking.
His precious daughter had lost her child; how heartbroken he must be.
"Dont pretend to be dead! Get over here! Isabelle is hemorrhaging, and the blood bank is emergency! You go and donate blood to Isabelle! Its what you owe her, and even your wretched life isnt enough to make up for it!"
Thomas dragged Elinor out of the ward, his anger palpable.
Elinors head was buzzing, her whole body ached, and the sunlight outside the window was particularly dazzling, making her pale face look as if her veins were visible.
She was too weak to resist.
A commotion of footsteps approached from outside the door, and Edward Cullens tall and upright figure stood at the door of the ward.
The hospital director accompanied him, surrounded by a group of subordinates.
"Stop!"
His deep and resonant voice was commanding, the coldness intimidating.
His tall and upright body blocked the flickering light in the corridor, his handsome features as if carved by the gods, dressed in a well-tailored black suit, with straight and strong legs under his trousers.
His gaze fell on Elinors pale and lifeless face, calm, showing no ripples.
Elinor was groggy, and it seemed she saw the figure of Edward Cullen in her delirium.
She thought, am I dreaming again?
Suddenly, she was yanked out of her bed by a forceful hand.
Before she could fully wake, she felt herself being dragged out of the room, her fathers anger echoing in the hallway, "Youre still not enough to make up for what youve done, Elinor. Isabelle needs your blood, and you will give it to her, whether you like it or not!"
But just as suddenly as she was pulled, the grip on her arm was released, and a commanding presence filled the space.
"Touch her again, and youll regret it," Edwards voice was a low growl, filled with a threat that was all too clear.
Thomas Dashwood, caught off guard by the intervention, stumbled back, fear flickering in his eyes as he recognized the power and influence that Edward Cullen wielded.
Elinor, barely conscious, was caught in Edwards arms as he defied the chaos around them. His presence was a shield against the storm, and for a moment, she allowed herself to lean into his strength, seeking solace in the unfamiliar comfort he offered.
But the respite was short-lived. The reality of her situation came crashing down as the full weight of her familys betrayal and the loss of her brother settled over her. The darkness that had been hovering at the edges of her consciousness closed in, and she succumbed to the overwhelming despair once more.