Chapter 16 Taking Revenge

Sandra stayed in the bedroom until the dawn.
The house was completely guarded, so that she even couldn't jump out of the window.
Both John and Eddie couldn't be hold on the phone.
Sandra sat on the floor, sweat in her fisted hand, while the lower abdomen was aching like being twisted.
She knew it must have been bleeding.
When she was anxious, there was a click sound at the door.
She noticed immediately and looked towards the door.
The door was open.
White dress came in first.
Charlize was holding the door handle with her hand touching along the wall to walk in.
Sandra frowned her eyebrows slightly and then got up from the floor.
"Ms. Thompson?"
She was probing her way to the bed and sat on it.
It seemed that she was the owner of the room.
"It's me. "
Her tone was gentle and sullen. She didn't pretend to be as weak as when she was in front of Clinton.
Sandra felt something bad was about to happen.
As expected, Charlize continued.
"You said, John is your brother?"
Sandra's eyebrows were more twisted.
Why did she ask out of no reason?
And she should have known it since long, shouldn't she?
Sandra tried to stay calm.
"Yes."
Charlize's dull eyes rolled without direction.
It was strange that she couldn't see but it seemed her eyes were gazing at her.
Afterwards, she laughed.
"Then, don't you want to save his life?"
Charlize sounded so easy as if she was talking about weather.
Sandra felt her temple was popping suddenly.
"What do you mean, Ms. Lee?"
"What do I mean?" Hahaha..."
She turned around at the same spot and her smile was even more splendid.
"Then I cut to the chase. How about we make a deal. If you will never show up in front of Clinton, I will ask Clinton to forgive your brother."
Sandra stepped backwards with doubts in her eyes.
"You? It was you who asked him to kill my brother?"
Charlize sneered.
"So what? I just told him what I suffered in the Wilson, and then he vowed to take revenge for me."
Sandra had her lips tightly closed, same with her fingers in her palms.
But she didn't respond immediately. Only after a while could she utter some words.
"But it was John Wilson who hurt you, who was dead already."
Who was killed by herself?
She knew Charlize hated the Wilsons, but her brother had nothing to do with her sufferings.
The Wilsons' debt shouldn't be compensated by her brother, let alone to say his life.
Furthermore, he was her only family.
"So what, if he dies!"
Charlize's voice was sharp and her eyes out of focus was filled with frightening viciousness.
"What a big deal that John Wilson died? I will destroy the Wilsons into pieces, so that no one in that family survives. I will burn them alive, even though they should be suffering like ghosts and begging me on their knees! Hahaha..."
If it was not the Wilson, how could she become like this!
She had everything in her family before and her life would even be better.
Even though she was not the most loved daughter in her family comparing to her big sister, since she managed to have Clinton fall in love with her, her father started to take her seriously too.
But the Wilsons set a fire to burn all her efforts.
It cost not only the lives of her family, but also chained her and her sister as sexual toys.
Her sister committed suicide as she couldn't take the humiliation, but she survived.
Only one wish supported her to go through three-year torture.
Survive to take revenge!
Nobody could stop her!
The first that she should get rid of was that woman in front of her who knew her secrets about her body.
So many thoughts were in turmoil in her head. Her laughter became more and more weird and gruesome.
Her eyes were rolling toward Sandra.
"I have enough with you. Do you agree or not? If you see clearly the situation, get away from Clinton, so that I still can spare your life. But if you must make a fuss about..."
Before she finished her sentence, the meaning went without saying.