Daisy Buchanan woke up in the middle of the night feeling a heavy oppression in her chest. Opening her eyes, she found Atticus Finchs side of the bed empty. A sense of emptiness filled her heart, and she gave a bitter smile. What was she still hoping for?
Suddenly feeling hungry, she threw off the covers, slipped on her slippers, and headed towards the kitchen. Upon reaching there, she noticed a figure already present.
It was Tom Robinson.
In the dim light of the night lamp, Daisy could see Tom seemingly adding something to the porridge. She recalled that Atticus had a delicate stomach and always liked to have some thin gruel at night to soothe it.
In that moment, she felt as if she had discovered something!
Suddenly, her hunger vanished, and she turned to leave.
In her panic, she accidentally bumped into the water cooler, making a noise.
Tom, alert, called out, "Whos there?"
Daisy pressed her lips together, remaining silent, retreating to the dark corner.
Tom went out and still saw Daisy, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he coldly said, "How much have you seen?"
Daisy was taken aback by his question, "What are you talking about?"
Tom advanced menacingly, "Did you see everything?"
Daisy felt guilty and raised her voice involuntarily. "What are you talking about!"
Tom reached out, covering Daisys mouth, dragging her into the kitchen, and forcefully pushing her against the wall.
The impact was brutal, and Daisys tears welled up from the pain.
She was truly angry now; it was he who was engaging in this underhanded act, yet he dared to be so assertive.
But with her mouth muffled, her cries were indistinct and unclear.
Daisys hands pounded against Tom with all her might, her eyes glaring at him fiercely.
Tom, with a ruthless heart, pushed Daisys stomach straight into the corner of the table.
The pain was unbearable, and Daisys tears traced the previous tracks down her cheeks again.
Tom, taking advantage of her disorientation, ruffled his hair messily and scratched his face fiercely, leaving grotesque marks.
He took the oatmeal porridge he had prepared, along with the bowl, and smashed it violently on the floor.
The crisp sound echoed instantly through the quiet villa.
All the lights in the villa also turned on at this moment.
Atticus Finch, hearing the noise, came over.
Seeing Tom on the floor, frantically picking up the pieces of the bowl, his hands, unaccustomed to manual labor, were red from the heat and still picking up.
Tom looked up as if by some unspoken agreement, and when he saw Atticus, his eyes were red, and at that moment, his hand was cut, the bright red blood mixing with the pure white oatmeal porridge, strikingly conspicuous.
"You should be more careful, let the servants clean it," Atticus said, as if he hadnt seen Daisy at all, directly bypassing her.
Tom smiled comfortingly, "Im fine."
Daisys lips trembled, and her nose turned sour.
She supported herself on the table with one hand over her stomach, barely standing up, the pain in her stomach was piercing.
Atticus then noticed the scratches on Toms face, his expression darkening, and finally acknowledged Daisys presence.
Tom, seeing Daisys movements, grabbed Atticuss arm and said, "Its not her fault, she just likes you."
"Like?" Atticus walked up to Daisy.
Daisy was frightened by his expression and retreated fearfully, losing her balance and falling heavily to the ground.
On the ground, a pool of bright red slowly came into everyones view, it was...