Chapter 40 I Take You Home

Clinton listened quietly.
Every word made his heart aching.
So when he had no idea, that was the life she was leading.
Being bullied by the beggars, stealing food from the dogs.
She was always a person with dignity. How could she let herself be in such a mess?
Clinton looked at her again who was still curling up, as if she knew the crowd was negotiating on her, but she couldn't resist.
He was crying inside.
A thought became stronger and stronger.
he would take her home.
Even though she didn't remember him, then she wouldn't remember John, or the aborted baby.
Then, it was a fresh start for both of them.
Begin again! He would treat her well.
Even if what Charlize said was true that she stole the dock deeds and then committed suicide, he could forgive her and protect her.
Clinton had his hands fisted to try to restrain his killing intention.
"Let her go with me. I can give you money."
The people outside laughed when they heard the word "money".
"Don't pretend you have a lot of money. How much do you have? Do you have 100 million?"
100 million is the largest number they as the fishermen could think of.
The man looked at them with his killer's eyes, and they were silent immediately.
"I repeat. Let her go with me."
"I can give you double."
...
Sandra was wrapped in the warm jacket, and put in a narrow space.
It was the car.
The car started. She could see only the dark, but she felt someone was near to her.
The breath of that person made him uncomfortable.
It seemed that he was someone she was familiar with before.
Just familiar, but not someone she could depend on.
Sandra couldn't remember the past, except some vague images or fractions. It seemed that someone hindered her from remembering.
That man who spent just now huge amount of money to buy her out of the wedding, and he told her that she didn't need to marry that retarded man.
She should be appreciative because she didn't like that man either.
But why did he buy her? they said she was ugly, blind and retarded. No one would want her except that retarded man.
Sandra had these thoughts running in her mind. Suddenly a hand came for the object hanging on her neck.
She retreated cautiously with one hand protecting it from being taken.
"What .. What do you want to do?"
She questioned without confident.
They said it was called "ring". She didn't know where she got it, but subconsciously she felt it was important. So even though they beat her, she didn't compromise to hand it over.
That man shouldn't touch it either, even though he bought her.
The atmosphere was silent suddenly.
Sandra couldn't see but could only use her ears to listen. After a long time, the man spoke in a restrained voice.
"Did you ... Always wear it?"
No wonder that he didn't see the ring after he asked her for the ring back.
She wore it at the neck in case he would ask her again.
Clinton felt he couldn't breathe.
She was so careful to protect the only thing he gave her, but what did he do to her?
Sandra nodded muddle-headedly and the shook her head too. She was still very cautious about him.
"I... Don't remember."
She didn't know how she got the ring, or she had it always.
Clinton's finger was frozen in the air, and then curled up faintly.
"Sandra, don't be afraid, I take you home."