Chapter 622 Continued Torment
"We've caught nineteen of them. The rest will be caught by noon tomorrow."
"I'm heading over." Winston hung up and called the servants who'd been looking after Nicole.
"Keep an eye on her. Let me know if anything happens."
"Yes, Mr. Medici."
Winston rushed to the group of thugs, fists clenched, and beat them senseless.
His fists weren't enough to vent his rage.
He grabbed anything he could find and hit them hard.
"Spare me, spare me," one begged on his knees. "We were just following orders."
"Did your boss tell you to rape her?"
"No, no."
"She's just a defenseless girl. Why didn't you leave her alone?" Winston smashed a chair over him, breaking it to pieces.
The man, bloodied, looked at Winston in fear, trying to crawl away but too weak to move.
Winston picked him up and kept beating him. "You wanted to mess with me? Here I am. Come at me."
Winston gave them a brutal beating. "Attacking a girl, don't you have any shame?"
He slammed one of their heads against the wall. "You are scum!"
The man was nearly dead, but Winston picked him up and punched him repeatedly. "You're worse than scum."
Winston didn't know how long it had been, but he looked around at the room full of barely breathing bodies, his eyes red with anger.
Over twenty thugs bullying an innocent girl.
He thought of Clara's bright smile and cheerful demeanor.
Winston wished he could bury them alive with his own hands!
"Mr. Medici, your hands are injured," someone said, seeing Winston walk out of the room. "Shall I get you a band-aid?"
"No need." Before getting into the car, Winston instructed, "Keep torturing them."
"Yes, Mr. Medici."
Meanwhile, Zephyr and Sharon stayed by Clara's body all night, their tears dried up.
The most important part of their lives seemed to have been taken away.
They felt completely drained.
"Sharon, if you don't want to eat, at least drink some water," Kimberly choked up as she tried to persuade her. "If you go on like this, how can Clara rest in peace?"
"I want her to be restless." Sharon's dry eyes welled up with tears again. "I want her to feel guilty and uneasy. I want her to wake up."
Kimberly felt even sadder hearing this.
She knew Clara would never wake up again; her body was already ice-cold.
"Zephyr, we're really sorry about what happened," Beckett said, not knowing how to comfort him. "Please eat something. Your family still needs you."
"Where's Winston?" Zephyr suddenly asked, lifting his weary eyes.
"Winston, he's outside." Beckett realized. "I'll go get him."
But Winston was nowhere to be seen in the hallway.
Beckett found Nicole's ward and saw several servants taking care of her by the bed.
Zephyr and Sharon had just lost their daughter, and here Winston was, making a big show of having so many people take care of Nicole.
Beckett felt Winston wasn't considering the Wrens' feelings.
After all, Clara had been bullied to death because of the forces behind Nicole.
Beckett knocked on the door and asked the servants, "Where did Winston go?"
"We don't know."
Beckett called Winston again.
Winston's fists were cracked and bleeding, his white shirt stained with blood, a couple of buttons undone, making him look cold and ruthless.
Hearing his phone ring, Winston answered it, his fist wounds splitting further, but he didn't notice.
Beckett snapped, "Where did you go? Mr. Wren is looking for you! I get you want someone to take care of your girlfriend, but Clara just passed away, and you're making a big show of it. Have you thought about Mr. and Mrs. Wren's feelings?"
Winston replied, "I'll be there soon."
Before Beckett could finish, he heard the busy tone and couldn't help but complain, "Winston is so inconsiderate!"
Winston rushed to the hospital, put on a coat to cover the conspicuous red stains on his shirt.
Beckett anxiously waited by the elevator. Seeing Winston, he couldn't help but scold, "Where have you been? If Mr. and Mrs. Wren hit you, you better take it, understand?"
After all, the Wren family had only one daughter.
And she had died so tragically because of the forces behind Nicole.
"Okay," Winston agreed and pushed open Clara's ward door.
Clara lay quietly on the bed, but Winston noticed she looked different from a few hours ago.
Her face was even paler, the kind of ashen that only the dead have.
Zephyr saw him and restrained his urge to hit him. In front of Clara, he asked hoarsely, "Where are those people? I want to avenge Clara."
"All those who hurt Clara have been sent to the cop station. The remaining few will be caught by noon tomorrow."
Zephyr saw his cracked, bleeding hands and understood. "You saw them just now?"
"Yes." Winston admitted. "I saw them."
"Even if you cut them into pieces, what's the use? My daughter will never come back." Sharon cried, her heart breaking.
"Although we can't bring Clara back, we can't let them off easily. They must pay the price." Winston clenched his fists, then bent down and bowed deeply. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Wren, Mr. Wren. This happened because of me. It's all my fault. I don't dare to ask for your forgiveness, but please don't grieve too much. Your health is more important."
"Clara is gone. What good is it for me to be healthy and live a long life?" Sharon cried. "Winston, you don't understand. We raised Clara with so much love and joy, only to see her leave in such a tragic way. As her parents, our hearts are broken!"
Clara had been captured while trying to save Patricia and Diana.
But if Nicole hadn't been targeted by those forces, if Nicole wasn't Winston's girlfriend, Clara would have signed the contract with the client that day and come home to have dinner with her parents.
Clara had been trying to take over the family business, and the entire Wren Group was to be handed over to Clara.
But now, with her sudden death, how could they, as her parents, accept it?
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