Chapter 0007

Maisie felt a surge of icy dread swept over her. She trembled when Andrew's terrifying voice sounded behind her. To Maisie, his voice was like the call of the devil.

Maisie was so scared that goosebumps rose on her skin. She didn't dare to turn back and look. She couldn't see him, couldn't face him. After all, the door was right in front of her.

A click sounded as Maisie opened the door without hesitation. Just as she was about to sprint out, two men blocked her way.

The tall and built bodyguards stared at her expressionlessly. They left her no room to escape. At the same time, they pointed their guns at her head.

Maisie gritted her teeth as she looked at them soundlessly. Was this really necessary?

Maisie looked back in resignation. Just as she was about to speak, her nose brushed the front of Andrew's suit. With it came the faint smell of cigarettes.

His sudden closeness shocked Maisie, and her lashes trembled as she leaned backward.

Then, Andrew's strong arm caught her waist. He said coldly, "Good job escaping! You're really good at running away, aren't you?"

Maisie's heart trembled. Being caught while trying to escape filled her with terror. She looked at Andrew in fear.

Right then, a shocked cry rang out from upstairs. "Ms. Summers has fainted!"

…

Elena was sent to the hospital. To prevent Maisie from escaping again, Andrew took her with him.

In the ward, Elena woke up an hour later than Maisie had expected.

As she lay in the bed, Elena seemed so frail. Her watery eyes looked up pitifully at Andrew as she cried.

Elena was also a doctor. Her good friend, Janice Snow, treated her when she got to the hospital.

Right then, Janice was adding fuel to the fire. "Mr. Clarke, how did Elena get so hurt? If she was hit just a little harder, she might not have woken up!"

As a doctor herself, Maisie was stunned by these words.

She hadn't felt remorseful at all. After all, she had only knocked Elena out so she could escape.

She could accept it if she had to apologize or pay compensation to make up for it. But after hearing Janice's words, Maisie didn't feel sorry anymore.

Maisie's opinion of Elena Summers didn't change. Just as it had been five years ago, she thought Elena was innocent, weak, fake, and two-faced.

Maisie hadn't hit Elena that hard. But before she could say anything, Elena began talking.

"Is there a reason you hate me so much that you had to hit me so hard, Ms. Bardot? Drew, my head really hurts, and I feel so dizzy. I thought I was going to die."

Going to die? Now, Maisie thought she was going to die of shock!

"You hit her?" Andrew turned his handsome face toward Maisie.

"Yes, I hit her." Standing off to the side, Maisie rolled her eyes and admitted it loudly.

Upon Maisie's admission, Elena started crying even harder. She clutched her chest, her eyes red.

"Ms. Bardot, we never had bad blood with each other, so why did you do that? What did I do wrong that you had to beat me up?"

Beat her up? Suddenly accused of such a thing, Maisie was stunned.

It was Maisie's fault for knocking Elena out to make her escape. But Elena had to be reasonable, too! What was all this about not being able to wake up, almost dying, and beating up?

Elena made it sound like she was trying to pull a scam.

"Apologize," Andrew said in a low tone.

Maisie finally got to see for herself how someone pretended to be pitiful.

"Not even a scammer acts as well as you," Maisie muttered.

"What did you say?"

Maisie glared at Andrew coldly. Then, she said loudly, "I said, sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have hurt your true love. I shouldn't have hit her so hard. Next time, I'll be sure not to hit her as hard."