Words I Was Afraid To Hear 159 Don't Need Your Pretty Face

"You ungrateful little bi*h!" Chairman Song's palm landed hard on the fair cheek of Madeline Song.

It was so hard that she lost her balance and landed straight onto the wooden door frame of the study.

"You are so much like your mother! Nothing but a wh**e!" he spat.

She glared back at him with a mocking smile. "And you're the d**k who fu**** that wh**re and fathered a bi**h that's me!" Then she laughed like crazy.

He landed a punch on her abdomen. "Shut up!"

She flashed a brighter smile to provoke him, but she clutched her abdomen as it hurt like h.e.l.l.

She had taken some punches before, but this one hurt even more.

'He's an old geezer, dam**t! How could his punch hurt this much?!' She gritted her teeth to hide her pain.

"I should've left you to die with your mother! No! I should have forced her to get an abortion! You useless piece of tras.h.!.+ I knew I shouldn't have depended on you to get ZFC for me! You're just a stupid little bi**h who only knew how to f**k everyone!"

In his fit of anger, Chaiman Song took the ashtray on his desk and aimed for her face.

She tried to dodge it, but it still landed on her forehead.

"You don't need your pretty face anymore since you cannot even seduce the right person!"

"You're the devil!" she spat, blood started to flow from the gaping wound on her forehead.

"You bet I am! I'll make sure you'll be in h.e.l.l!"

It was the last statement Madeline Song heard before everything went black.

A man in a black suit was just outside the study.

"You there! Take her away!" Chairman Song ordered.

The man clearly heard the commotion, but his boss is the chairman so he was just awaiting orders.

He immediately went in to pick up the lady who looked like a lifeless doll.

"Get someone to burn the carpet. Take her to the shed and lock it. I'll play with her later." The old man's smile was so sinister, even the young man had a s.h.i.+ver.

Keeping his stoic face, he bowed. "Yes, Chairman."

The man did as told and locked the door of the shed from the outside.

Madeline opened her eyes as she heard the door shut.

She was bleeding all over. Her head and abdomen hurts like h.e.l.l, but she knew that in order to survive, she needed to get away as soon as possible.

She limped inside the shed and after some minutes, found an ax.

With whatever strength left, she hit the planks that served as wall at the back of the shed. Fortunately, they were old and worn out. After some hits, she produced a hole on the wall that could just fit her.

She crawled her way out and ran towards her car.

Her adrenaline worked just enough for her to be able to drive, despite her vision getting blurry at times.

She wanted to see him. Even if she was dying, she wanted to at least see him one last time.

She did not expect to drive to the Long estate for such reason.

A week ago, Long Yun took her there to introduce, but his parents were away.

He told her he would stay there for awhile.

She was strongly hoping that he is there as she stepped on the accelerator.

Her strength is dwindling and her adrenaline could only hold on for her.

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The young master was reading doc.u.ments on the sofa when the bell rang at the main door.

Since there were no househelp nearby, he decided to get the door himself.

When Long Yun opened the front door, Madeline Song flashed a brief smile before collapsing before him.

His quick reflexes caught her in his arms.

His face was filled with anxiety as she became unresponsive.

There was blood on her forehead, which drips down her face, and more blood oozing from between her legs.

It was a bothersome sight, and he was scared to death by her condition.

"Get the car! We're going to Yins.h.i.+'s place!" The man in a black suit hurriedly followed his orders.

Long Yun carried her limp body to the car, her blood staining his hands and s.h.i.+rt.

As their car sped away, he kept tapping her cold cheek.

"Madie...you have to make it, Madie...be strong...I need you! I love you!"

He kissed her b.l.o.o.d.y lips as tears flowed out of his eyes.

The man in the black suit, who was driving, briefly glanced from the rearview mirror.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at this scene.