Chapter 34 Abyss

Sandra was choked on her words.
So that was the way how the people took her?
Her lips curled up bitterly and a voice sounded at the door.
"No, Clinton is back."
Sweet voice with sort of rejoice and arrogance, the servant was immediately submissive without any arrogance as before, and greeted her respectfully.
"Ms. Charlize."
Charlize walked to her and took her hand intimately, while her dress swayed a trace of fragrance.
"Clinton asked me to take you to him."
Clinton wanted to see her?
Sandra was in the car. It took her more than 10 mins, which made her cautious immediately.
"Ms. Lee, did Mr. Green really come back?"
"Of course, he did."
She smiled proudly and let the driver pull over. The door was opened immediately from outside and Sandra was dragged out of the car with her hands behind.
She sensed danger and fought back. But in the dark she couldn't fight with several at the same time and she was caught again soon.
"Geeze, be careful. This woman is dangerous."
Charlize's warning was clear at her ears.
Sandra finally realized something and asked huskily.
"He didn't come back, did he?"
It didn't sound like in the city, but the waves. It was the suburb without people.
Charlize shook her head and rolled her eyes, smiling.
"No, he did come back. "
" But he didn't want to see you. So, he asked me to be the vicious one."
Vicious one? What vicious one?
Sandra couldn't think clearly for a while then she heard her nostalgic voice again.
"Do you recognize this place? Exactly at this place you were almost crashed into minced pie. Oh, sorry, I forgot you can't see."
She touched her own eye sockets while speaking.
To be honest, she was very satisfied with Sandra's eyes.
Suddenly, Sandra remembered when Eddie picked her up from the hospital, they were crashed into by a truck.
"It was you?"
At that time Eddie asked if she offended someone.
She doubted about Charlize, but thinking that she could see , so she didn't take it further.
Since she mentioned it by herself, everything at that time got the answer.
"Yes, it was me."
Charlize admitted unperturbedly, without a sense of guilty too.
"You should blame yourself for not lucky enough to see something you should never see."
She was raped by Jon Wilson should never be known by Clinton.
She should be pure in front of Clinton.
She should always be the most innocent one.
Charlize waved her hand. Several men came up to take Sandra to the cliff.
Abyss was right down there.
The strong sea wind blew up Sandra's clothes and hair. The sound of waves seemed to knock at the door to the hell.
"Do you still remember Clinton's words. To let John go, you must die?"
Charlize walked to her step by step in high-heels. Her determined ruthlessness even frightened those men.
"Now, I am helping him to keep his words."
Keep his words? To Let her die?
While those words were still clear in her ear, she realized suddenly.
She turned to Charlize's direction based on her sense, sneered.
"Does he want me to die, or you?
Long silence.
Charlize seemed to consider for a while and then shrugged her shoulders.
"Of course, Clinton wants you to die. But even though you die, it does me no favor."
It sounded light, as if she never took her as a life.
Because of Clinton, Sandra was always tolerating her, but at that moment, she was completely fed up with her.
Only because she knew her secret by accident, she had to endure so much blame?
Her brother, her child should all suffer?
She gritted her teeth to withhold her from breaking out.
"Where is he? Let me see him."
"Even though he wanted me to die, you have no right to handle it. Let him do it by himself."
She held her long neck up high as an elegant swan. The air she carried at that moment discouraged Charlize to move forward.
But soon, she regretted for her self-losing behavior.
That woman was just blind under custody. There was nothing frightening about her.
Charlize was full of anger and hatred, which was shown clearly in her mad eyes. She rushed suddenly towards Sandra and push her hardly.
"Go to hell!"