Chapter 8 You Will Marry Me, Won't You?

Sandra was shivering in the blanket. She was dragged to the floor together with the blanket.
"Sandra, look what you did!"
She looked up puzzled.
The man had extreme anger on his handsome face, gazing at her.
Beside him, Charlize was next to the wardrobe, standing miserably looking with her foxlike eyes without focus.
Upon her falling sound, Charlize probed toward them and held Clinton's sleeve.
"Clinton, it has nothing to do with her. It was John Wilson who made me blind..."
Clinton dragged Sandra up as if he didn't hear her words, gritting his teeth.
"How dare you say that you are not Wilson's gang member! How could you leave the Wilsons without any wounds?!"
He took Charlize to the hospital for treatment. It lasted for 3 days. But in only three days, she could come back earlier than them.
The Greens raised her not for her to betray them.
He almost lost his mind when he thought of her betraying him disguised under her innocent face.
Sandra looked up with humble misery in her eyes.
Safe and sound coming back?
Maybe in his eyes, it was regarded as "intact".
John cut her right-hand tendon in front of the senior gang members and then let her go at night.
she knew he must do it to quiet others. Otherwise, she even couldn't be alive.
But in future, she couldn't hold gun anymore in her right hand.
Sandra's right hand was currently wrapped in the sleeves of her night clothes.
She remembered suddenly that John told her when she was leaving.
He said Charlize came to cooperate with him voluntarily. She offered herself to exchange the killer who killed his step-father.
John warned her about Charlize.
If it was the truth, her blindness could be very doubtful.
Her brother didn't say anything about making her blind, but if her brother didn't hurt her eye, she was obviously aiming to frame him up.
Suddenly, a conception in her mind was formed.
She wanted to intensify the problems between the Greens and the Wilsons in order to annihilate the Wilsons.
Sandra looked at her beautiful face, there was no trace of tricks to be found.
She hesitated and spoke in difficulty.
"Sir, I think there is something that we need to find more evidence to prove..."
He took her at her neck ruthlessly before she could finish her sentence.
"Evidence? Charlize is blind, and you are telling me to find more evident? Listen to me. From now on, I will kill any Wilson in my territory."
His gnashing oath made her heart cold.
He wasn't the one she was familiar with.
Her breath became more and more difficult. Her blushed face out of breath made him even more annoyed and then he let her go hastily and left with Charlize.
...
While her wound at her right hand deteriorated, Clinton gave her an order.
He let her take care of Charlize.
Because it was her fault to put Charlize in such a condition.
One day Sandra handed a bowl of soup to Charlize. As she had no strength at her right hand, it spilled over when Charlize brushed it over.
"Auch!"
Charlize screamed.
The study door opened too, and Clinton jumped over the couch to them.
He took over the napkin and cleaned carefully for Charlize, looking up unpleasantly.
"What are you doing?"
Sandra held her burning wrist, speechless.
Charlize cried loud and clear.
"Clinton, I only said you were going to marry me, which made Sandra angry."
Sandra watched her excellent performance, completely speechless.
She was never a talkative person.
She could only shake her head when Clinton turned to her.
" I didn't."
Clinton was comforting Charlize, patting her back gently, being the gentlest lover in the world.
He frowned his eyebrows to Sandra.
"Get out!"
Sandra was stiff and turned to go away. The sobbing sound of Charlize was still clear in her ears.
"Clinton, you tell her that I didn't lie. You did tell me that you will marry me, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did."
"Then ... You will marry me, right?"
"... correct! Okay, don't cry!"
Sandra's body was frozen from stiffness when she heard his words, and then rushed away.