Scott couldn't help looking out of the window, but the next second he opened the door and rushed out!
Because he saw his Michelle there
"Michelle!"
He anxiously pushed through the crowd and ran towards her. He pulled her into his arms and felt the
coldness of her body.
"It's okay." He knew she was afraid.
At this time, the police came over, looked at the two people who were hugging, and said, "Miss, you are
the first witness to the dead. We want you to go to the police station to make a record."
Michelle's body was still trembling. Scott took off his coat and put it on her. Then he held her in his
arms and said to the police, "I'm her husband. I'll go with you."
"Okay." The policeman took a look at Scott, and then looked at Michelle, who was in a daze, and
nodded.
After getting in the car, Scott turned up the air conditioner first. Michelle sat in the back seat, curling up
weakly. She looked so hopeless.
After arriving at the police station, Scott accompanied her to take notes.
Facing the police's questions, Michelle answered in the same reply all the time, "that woman rushed
out from front of me. She rushed out..."
Seeing that he couldn't get any answers from Michelle, the police asked Scott to take her away.
After returning home, Michelle was still in a daze. Seeing her like this, Scott was very worried.
He knew that feeling.
"It's okay. It's past." He tried to comfort her, but Michelle didn't respond.
"Scott, I..." Michelle sat on the sofa and hugged herself. She felt herself dirty, really dirty. She had
planned to commit suicide, but when she saw someone die in front of her, she was scared to death.
So far, she could even see the woman lying in the blood looking at herself. Her widen eyes seemed to
warn her.
Thinking of this, Michelle felt that her head was stabbed by many long needles, and it was like a bomb
exploding. Her head ached extremely and went blank. She held her head with her hands and squatted
on the ground in pain, screaming.
"Ah!"
Scott rushed out of the kitchen, put down the plate in his hands and rushed over.
He squatted beside her and held her in his arms so that she could feel the temperature from him.
"It's okay. Be good. I'm here. No one dares to hurt you in the future."
His eyes were full of guilt and pain. Michelle frowned and muttered with a pale face. Her voice was so
low that Scott couldn't hear what she was saying at all.
At this moment, Michelle tightly grasped Scott's shirt, as if she was in a dream. Scott gently patted
Michelle's back and looked down to stare at her.
He lifted her up and rushed into the bathroom. He took off her clothes and washed her body with warm
water, because he knew that she must be very uncomfortable now.
"No I'm dirty. Don't touch me... "
Looking down at the hickey on her body, Michelle pushed away Scott subconsciously and leaned
against the cold wall with her hands holding herself.
She shook her head and widened her eyes, looking at Scott with a vague expression.
"Michelle, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I hurt you. Can you forgive me? " When she said that, Scott knew
that she cared about that thing.
He wanted to explain that he was the man with her that night, but now no matter what he said, she
didn't listen.
The pain in her body and the stimulation of the car accident caused her brain to be in a mess. The two
scenes appeared alternately, making her unable to figure out what she was doing and where she was
for a while.
She only knew that she was afraid.
Scott pulled her into his arms and let her wet his clothes. He looked down at her, reached out to touch
her long hair, and kissed her eyes.
When she fell asleep, Scott held her tightly, fearing that she would overthink. He didn't close his eyes
until she fell asleep.
The next day.
When Michelle woke up, she looked at the dazzling white ceiling above her head and blinked
uncomfortably. What happened yesterday was still vivid in her mind, and countless scenes flashed
through her mind like a movie.
She sat up from the bed and looked at everything in the room. She held her head painfully again.
"Ah!"
With the breakfast he just bought in his hand, Scott heard the sound from the house as soon as he
entered. He threw away the things in his hands in a hurry and rushed to the bedroom!
The moment he pushed the door open, everything in the room fell to the ground. Hearing the voice
behind her, Michelle also stopped what she was doing. She slowly turned her head, gasped for breath
and looked at Scott, but did not speak.
Seeing her like this, Scott knew that her condition was bad again.
"Michelle, calm down. It's past." The words kept repeating, but it seemed to have no effect.
Last night, he tried his best to calm her down, but he didn't expect that such a thing would happen just
after he went out.
Scott held Michelle with his arms, but Michelle struggled restlessly all the time and wanted to get away
from him. Tears welled up in her eyes. She hated herself and the man who took her virginity away
more!
"I'm going to kill him, kill that man..."
While speaking, Michelle pushed away Scott and walked out with a scissor in her hand. Scott followed
her closely, afraid that she would be in danger.
He didn't expect that she would be so irritated.
"Michelle, you want to kill that man, right? Then you can kill me. I am that man. Kill me. "
Michelle walked to the balcony with a scissor. She paced back and forth, her hands trembling slightly.
She lowered her head, as if she was looking for something on the balcony.
Scott rushed over, grabbed her wrist and pointed the scissor at himself.
"No Don't lie to me. How could you be that man? "
Obviously, at this time, Michelle didn't listen to what Scott said at all. She didn't believe at all that he
was the man who took her virginity away.
She remembered clearly that she was brought into the hotel by Zoy, and that man was also sent by
Zoy, so it was impossible to be Scott.
She didn't believe what she had heard. She only believed what had happened that day and what she
had seen with her own eyes.
When she was still lost in thought, Scott immediately took the scissor from her hand and threw it down
the stairs.
Lying in the arms of Scott, Michelle's face was as pale as a piece of paper, and her head was dizzy.
She felt an inexplicable fear quickly rushed from her heart to limbs, making her whole body cold to
tremble slightly, as if it was really very cold.
With pain in his eyes, Scott lowered his head and stared at Michelle with guilt.
It seemed that they couldn't stay here for a long time.
He lifted her up and carried her downstairs. Then he put her in the passenger seat. He wouldn't be
relieved until he was seeing her in person.
Now, he was going to take her back to his villa. There were so many people at home, so he didn't worry
about anything wrong.
When they arrived at the villa, Scott asked someone to invite his private doctor.
"What do you think?"
Michelle lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. Her breath was steady, which made
people feel relieved.
The doctor took a look at Scott and then went out, followed by Scott.
The door of the room was closed, and the servants were around the bed to take care of Michelle, which
made Scott calm down. He looked at the man in front of him and asked anxiously, "what happened?"
"Miss. Michelle has suffered a lot. I don't think she can recover from it in a short time." The doctor said
sadly.
Of course, Scott had predicted this result. In order to be received better treatment, he took Michelle
home. But when he heard what the doctor said, his heart missed a beat.
"She has to recuperate slowly. You'd better not let her think of those things, or the consequences will
be more serious." The doctor looked at the silent Scott and knew that he was sad.
Before leaving, he reminded him. After all, Michelle was not in a good condition now.
After he went back to the room, Scott wanted the people beside him to leave. He sat on the edge of the
bed, and the face was full of grief. He smoothed the hair hanging in front of Michelle's forehead,
stretched out his strong arms and held her in his arms, trying to transfer all the temperature of his body
to her.
"I'm sorry, Michelle. I'll make you better."
Scott's eyebrows were full of sadness, and his long curled eyelashes blinked desperately, forcing the
tears back. He rested his head on Michelle's head and gently kissed her black hair.
Smelling the scent of Scott, Michelle suddenly felt sleepy and slowly closed her eyes.
After dealing with the matter, Emily and Walter also rushed to the villa. Emily rushed upstairs first, and
Walter followed her worriedly.
"Michelle! How is she? "
Emily looked at Scott in panic. She saw that Scott didn't say anything but put his hand on his mouth to
make a gesture of silence. Then he stood up and walked out of the room.
With a sad face, Scott led them to his study. Normally, this study was a forbidden area and ordinary
people couldn't enter it.
"She's in a terrible condition. Her mind is in a mess. She doesn't even know what she's doing."
"How could this be?" Emily and Walter looked at each other.
Without saying anything, Scott sat on the sofa helplessly. He held his head and looked very upset.
Emily lowered her head, lost in thought. She knew that Michelle had been drugged, but now it seemed
that the pill was probably mixed with other ingredients.
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