Chapter 402 Oliver, kill me!
Oliver's voice was icy. "What do you want, Sarah? You know how I get."
Sarah felt a pang of sadness. "I know! But I don't want to be with you anymore!"
'You'll see what I mean, Oliver.' she sneered.
Her voice cracked. "Can you let me go? Jacob and Nicole are still at home waiting for me. I didn't come back all night, and Claire must be worried sick."
Oliver grabbed her arm. "I'll take you."
"No need." Sarah stepped back.
She took one last look at him, burning his image into her mind, a memory that would haunt her forever.
She didn't ask about Lowell.
Oliver had gotten what he wanted. He had humiliated her and disgusted Lowell. He wouldn't do anything more to Lowell, but just because she had spoken a few words to an unrelated man, she had to endure all this! There were so many men in the world, and if any of them looked at her a second too long, he would tie them up and humiliate her.
Would he ever stop?
She didn't want to argue with him. It was pointless!
Sarah walked out, her face blank.
At the door, two bodyguards stood. Seeing her, they respectfully greeted her, "Mrs. Windsor!"
They didn't know Oliver's intentions, so they peeked inside. "Mr. Windsor, should we let Mrs. Windsor go?"
After a moment, Oliver's voice came out. "Let her leave."
The bodyguards nodded. "Mrs. Windsor, please."
In the villa's courtyard, a black car was parked. The driver stood by the car, respectfully saying, "Mrs. Windsor, Mr. Windsor asked me to take you home."
Sarah's eyes were empty.
She softly asked the driver, "Do you really think I'm Mrs. Windsor?"
The driver didn't dare to answer.
Sarah had already walked past him, heading towards the villa's gate.
Fine rain fell like silk, drenching her face, cold and unfeeling.
She seemed numb, walking in the rain in her high heels, but no amount of rain could wash away the humiliation she had suffered the night before.
Her phone rang from her handbag.
It was Claire calling.
She was anxious. "Mrs. Windsor, why didn't you come home last night? You didn't answer your phone! Jacob has been crying for you since morning, and Nicole misses you too! Where are you? Did something happen?"
Sarah held the phone, standing in the rain.
Her face was blank.
She was afraid of scaring Claire, so she spoke very softly. "I'm out of town! Something came up, and I had to leave on a business trip. I'll be gone for about a week. Claire, while I'm away, please take good care of Jacob and Nicole... I'm counting on you."
Claire breathed a sigh of relief.
She said, "As long as you're okay! You had me worried all night! Mrs. Windsor, you don't need to be so polite with me! To me, you're like..."
She wanted to say, "like a daughter," but was afraid it would be too forward.
Sarah was kind, but there was still a difference between master and servant.
Sarah's nose tingled.
Sarah's voice was even raspier. "Claire, I know. You're family to me too."
Claire was deeply moved, struggling to find the right words.
After hanging up, she looked at Sarah's two children with determination. "No matter what happens, I'll take good care of you..."
Sarah didn't go home, nor did she go to the gallery.
She walked in the rain for a long time.
Eventually, she entered a five-star hotel in the city. She was soaked, but the receptionist could tell she was someone of high status and immediately brought her a dry towel.
Sarah took out her card, her voice barely audible. "I want the best suite, for seven nights."
The receptionist was shocked. The best suite here was $12,888 a night. This generous spending made the receptionist even more attentive. She quickly checked Sarah in, and the manager came over to personally escort Sarah, the esteemed guest, to the top floor.
"No need! I want to be alone for a while."
Sarah's face was pale as she took the room key and headed to the elevator. She looked like she was about to collapse.
The receptionist glanced at the manager, speaking with a nasal tone. "She looks so sad. Sir, do you think she was deceived by a playboy and got her heart broken?"
The manager sneered. "We've already made the hundred thousand dollars. Why worry about that? Just provide good service. If she gets sad and extends her stay for another week, our bonuses for the year are secured."
The receptionist nodded. She didn't dare say more.
As the manager left, he muttered to himself, "She's really beautiful! But she looks so hurt. What kind of playboy could do this?"
Sarah reached the penthouse suite, pushed open the door, and peeled off her soaked clothes like shedding a second skin. Without a second thought, she tossed them into the trash bin. The steaming shower awaited - she stepped under the jets, letting the water carry away more than just the rain.
She stayed in the bathroom for two hours, her skin nearly scalded. She wrapped herself in a bathrobe and sat on the bed, not sleeping, just staring out the window.
She didn't eat or drink, just siting quietly, her eyes empty, her thoughts unreadable.
In the evening, Oliver called.
She told him, "Oliver, can you let me be alone for a week? After a week, I'll give you an answer."
Oliver heard her voice and felt a pang in his heart. He gently asked if she was in pain.
Sarah calmly said, "My heart hurts a bit."
She added, "Don't call me or come looking for me these days!" She hung up after speaking.
On the other end, Oliver leaned back in his office chair.
Zoey rushed in, placing her hands on the desk, her expression tense. "Mr. Windsor, something went wrong.!"
Oliver looked at her.
Zoey hesitated. "Lowell jumped off a building! Luckily, he landed in the greenery and survived, but he lost both legs. He'll be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life."
She had some idea of what had happened. She was worried. "Mrs. Windsor will be upset when she finds out. She had nothing with Lowell, but she'll think of Lester..."
Oliver's blue eyes darkened. "Are you saying she had something with Lester?"
Zoey couldn't help raising her voice. "Lester gave her a pair of corneas! he and his wife both died, and it's normal for Mrs. Windsor to mourn them, right?"
"So, I'm the one who's not normal?" Oliver sneered.
"I didn't say that, Mr. Windsor," Zoey quickly added. "Lowell is a public figure. If rumors spread, it won't just damage the Windsor Group's reputation, but also Mrs. Windsor's. Mr. Windsor, what do you think..."
Oliver's face remained expressionless. "Send an $80 million check to the Warren family and tell them to keep quiet."
Zoey didn't agree with this way, but for now, it was the only solution.
The matter was quickly settled. Lowell didn't want to drag Sarah into it. Before he jumped, he thought about the rumors about Lester and Sarah he had heard.
Lester had jumped resolutely. Lowell could too.
That night became his nightmare. In his dreams, he could still hear Sarah's cries. Unable to get past it, he jumped.
But he didn't die.
He didn't take Oliver's check, nor did he bother Sarah again. He finally understood that he couldn't protect anyone. Distance was the best safeguard.
Late at night, Lowell held his phone. He looked at the contact labeled "Mrs. Windsor," caressing it longingly. Finally, he smiled bitterly and deleted the number.
Not bothering her meant not implicating her.
There was noise at the door. It was Felicity's voice.
Her voice was sharp and grating. "It's Sarah's fault! If it weren't for that bitch, Lowell wouldn't have jumped! She seduced Lowell and drove him to the edge."
Lowell's mother sat by the bed, hesitant to speak.
Lowell's voice was soft. "Don't listen to Felicity. Mrs. Windsor is a good woman. I went to her for help because of Felicity. I dragged Mrs. Windsor into this."
Lowell's mother wiped her tears. "Felicity was making a fuss about wanting to break up with you recently. I knew something was up. I didn't expect her to be so ambitious! It's good that you broke up with her."
Lowell nodded. "I know, Mom."
So after he was discharged, he went back to Vesper City with his family to recuperate. He completely broke up with Felicity, and she stayed in Evergreen City.
That night, Sarah sat alone on the couch. Scattered around her were copies of the Evergreen City Evening News, all covering the big news from the past few days about Lowell.
Lowell had jumped!
The newspaper reports were vague, but Sarah knew why Lowell had jumped. He had a mental breakdown and couldn't get past it. Fortunately, he survived!
Sarah raised her hands. They trembled uncontrollably.
It was time to sever the last thread of Oliver's obsession with her. He treated her this way because she was pure in his eyes.
Sarah gently touched her face. Once she was no longer pure, he would discard her like trash, filled with disgust.
There was a knock at the door. Sarah walked over and opened it. A young, handsome man stood outside.
Sarah looked at him quietly and spoke softly. "Come in."
The young man was a bit nervous.
After a kiss, Sarah pressed a finger to his lips and whispered, "That's enough."
The young man was aroused, but he was professional. If the client said enough, he would stop.
Sarah took out a check and handed it to him, speaking softly. "Take this money and leave the country. Don't come back for two years."
The young man glanced at the check. It was for $5 million. Looking back at Sarah, he realized she wasn't just lonely. There was a deep pain in her eyes that no one could easily reach.
He thanked her softly and left quietly.
Half an hour later, Oliver received a message from Sarah. It was a video.
The next second, his phone smashed against the wall, shattering into pieces.
Oliver was breathing heavily. He stared at the fragments on the floor, unable to regain his composure. He couldn't believe Sarah had dared...
How dare she?
She had sex with another man!
Oliver grabbed his backup phone and started dialing Sarah's number. She didn't answer. So, he smashed another phone.
He was losing his mind! He wanted to kill Sarah—wanted to cut her heart out and see if it was red. If it was, how could she dare do this to him? How could she be so cruel?
At one in the morning, Oliver and his men arrived at the hotel. The receptionist was about to ask when someone covered her mouth. She was held hostage, her legs kicking. Her eyes were filled with terror!
Oliver walked over, grabbed her chin, and said in a gentle voice, "I need the key card for room 6401. You have a spare, right?"
The receptionist shook her head frantically.
Oliver smiled coldly. "I'm her husband! I'm worried about her and came to check on her."
He was so domineering, and the bodyguards beside him showed their weapons. The receptionist, trembling, handed over the key card. She was on the verge of tears.
Oliver instructed the bodyguards, "Watch her."
He went upstairs alone. As he watched the red numbers climb in the elevator, he thought this might be Sarah's punishment for him, a joke— the video was fake. She hadn't found another man.
But when he opened the suite door, scattered on the floor were sexy lingerie, a messy black bedspread, and the clear marks on her neck. Sarah lay limp on the soft bed. Her face even had a post-coital flush! Full and satisfied!
It all made his eyes redden.
He grabbed Sarah by the hair and threw her onto the couch, his voice filled with rage. "Why did you do this? Tell me... it's all fake!"
"It's real!" Sarah lay on the couch. It took her a while to recover. She sneered at him. "Oliver, I'm not pure anymore! Do you want to kill me now? You can do it right now!"
She picked up a knife from the coffee table, placed it in his hand, and pressed it to her heart.
"Oliver! Kill me! If you have the guts, kill me. Kill the wife who humiliated you. Kill me, and you'll find peace... Move!"
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