After being needled, Jessie slept for two days and nights. She hadn't eaten for several days, nor drank
much water, so Lawrence asked people to give her nutritious injection to keep her safety.
Her eyes moved slightly and her long eyelashes trembled.
"Mark! Mark... Mark..."
Hearing that a weak voice softly calling out the name of Mark, Lawrence's face darkened and his heart
was like being stuffed with sponge, upset.
'Jessie, why did you love him so much?
You even sacrificed your own life for him. You, at your last gasp, still kept thinking about him...
Was he really worth it?'
Lawrence was not willing to give up, but he was reluctant to hurt Jessie, so he could only put all the
blame on Mark.
If not because of Mark, Jessie must have fallen in love with him.
Jessie slowly woke up. She opened her eyes and saw everything in front of her. Her face was pale and
blank. It should be said that she was in despair with a sense of death.
"Jessie, you wake up. I will ask the servant to bring some food for you." Before hearing Jessie's
answer, Lawrence quickly picked up the phone on the bedside table and called downstairs.
After hanging up the phone, Lawrence sat on the bedside, held that little hand of Jessie and said softly:
"Jessie, please don't treat yourself like that, okay? I know you want to leave here and go to see Mark,
but they won't allow you to go. It's impossible for you to go out by yourself. I'm begging you. Please be
good to yourself. In fact, the life here is not as miserable as you think. You didn't like here just because
you are not used to it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jessie pulled her hand back, turned her face away, closed her eyes,
and refused to look and listen.
She treated him as transparent as air.
Lawrence looked at his hand, stunned, and slightly clenched his fist.
Someone knocked on the door and a servant came with a plate of food. Lawrence took over the plate
and the servant left.
"Jessie, I had them cooked bird's nest porridge for you. You haven't eaten for a few days, so you can
only eat some liquid food first. When your stomach adapted to it, I'll ask someone to cook something
delicious for you to replenish." Then, Lawrence took a spoon of porridge, blew gently on the mouth,
and handed it to Jessie when it was not too hot.
"Come on, get up and try it."
"Fuck off!" With a wave of Jessie's hand, the bowl in Lawrence's hand fell off, and the hot porridge
poured on Lawrence's body.
The hot temperature on his clothes stimulated his skin. However, this pain was nothing compared to his
anger and pain in his heart.
His gentle eyes became sharp and frightening in an instant. He fixed his eyes on Jessie, who turned
her back to him.
"Do you have to torture yourself like this?" He questioned loudly, like an angry lion. Seeing that Jessie
still didn't answer him, he grabbed Jessie's shoulder with one hand, like a monster, and lifted her up
from the bed.
"Do you want to die? You just can't see how nice I am to you, right? In your eyes, maybe you don't give
a damn about who the hell they are except for Mark." Lawrence yelled angrily to express his jealousy
and dissatisfaction.
He didn't understand what was so good about Mark. He had all the things that Mark had.
In other words, he could give her more than what Mark could give her.
Or the whole world.
However, Jessie did not want what he gave her.
She didn't care about him, and she even looked down upon him.
"Yes!" Jessie responded loudly, with firmness in her eyes. "Who else in the world cares about me
except for Mark? A crazy mother, a father who only beat me. An elder brother and grandfather who
came back to me after twenty-one years! I am a human being, not a tool, and not a tool for you to
achieve your goals. Have any of you ever cared about me? Why should I care about you?"
Once mentioning all of those, Jessie felt like a knife was piercing her heart.
She never told anyone about her suffering because she didn't want others to know that she had a bad
life. On the other hand, she didn't want others to show sympathy or pity on her.
She didn't need anyone else's sympathy or charity.
She only wanted to live her own life, whether good or bad, as long as she was willing to.
Even though Mark had taken advantage of her, they used to doubt and distrust each other, his love and
care for her were something others didn't give her.
Even if they told her that he didn't deserve her love, she would accept it.
She fell in love with him.
Lawrence's heart missed a beat, and a deep sense of guilt welled up in his heart.
"Sorry, I..."
"You don't have to apologize to me, and I don't need it, either. If you really feel sorry for me, let me go!"
She didn't want anyone to feel guilty or remorseful for her. She would rather go, even if the whole world
was trying to make up for her. At the same time, she wanted Mark to live.
Lawrence wanted to say no, but he didn't want to say it to make her hurt.
With a bang, the door was opened. Lawrence saw Ken come in. He was stunned and released his grip
on Jessie.
Without hesitation, Ken walked to them and pushed Lawrence away. Ken raised his hand and gave
Jessie a heavy slap in her face. That slap was so powerful that Jessie's face turned red in an instant,
and her mouth was even covered with blood.
"Grandpa!" Lawrence's face was full of pain. Seeing that Ken glared at him fiercely, Lawrence had to
swallow the words he wanted to say.
Jessie sneered at Ken, "Brother, Grandpa, is this how you care about me, protect me?"
The two people in front of her now were the only family in the world that she had. Seeing that her life
was worse than death, they not only didn't think for her from her point of view, but also reached out to
slap her without saying a word!
Family love! How ridiculous!
Jessie sneered. What's the difference between their behavior and a tyrant?
If it wasn't the family bond, she would rather be an orphan!
Ken looked at her coldly. No one could feel his love and care for his granddaughter.
At the same time, there was only a murderous look like a devil.
"Jessie, don't think no one dare to hurt you just because you are my granddaughter. If you don't listen
to me, I'll punish you as well."
"Oh, punish me? Didn't you ask someone to do it a long time ago? Isn't it too late to say it now?"
Hearing that, Jessie sneered and looked straight at Ken. She was not afraid of him at all.
"Jessie, stop it!" Lawrence warned her anxiously. Ken's face looked terrible. Nobody knew how
heartless Ken was if Lawrence hadn't accompanied him for so many years.
However, only Lawrence was afraid of him.
Jessie had no fear of him at all.
She indeed wanted to irritate him that everyone was afraid of.
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