Chapter 535 Feels Dirty
Alton asked, "Why am I not as good as him?"
Lydia couldn't move or resist, so she just closed her eyes, refusing to look at him. She rolled her eyes behind her thin eyelids.
She thought, 'How could you not be as good as him? You're way crazier than he is. Even the most deranged patient in a psychiatric hospital would seem normal compared to you.'
Alton didn't get a response, but he didn't get mad. Instead, he picked up her phone from the nightstand and held it up to Lydia's face. "Call Evander. Tell him you're going on a business trip and will be back in five days."
His voice was gentle. "Lydia, stay with me for five days, okay? Just five days."
By the end, he was practically begging.
But Lydia knew this was just one of Alton's tricks to mess with her. If she showed even the slightest sign of defiance, it would be disastrous.
She said, "Turn yourself in. If you do, you might get a lighter sentence. Evander can write a letter of forgiveness, and you won't be in prison for long. Your child is still young. You need to think about him. He grew up without a mother. If something happens to you, how will he survive?"
Alton responded, "He won't survive. Then he can die. That little waste will grow up to be a big waste anyway. I'm not turning myself in. I'd rather die than let them catch me."
His hand moved to the buttons on Lydia's shirt, and her body instantly tensed. She stared at him in terror.
Alton wasn't in a hurry to do anything. He enjoyed Lydia's frightened expression, his fingers playing with her buttons, tracing circles around them. He continued, "If you don't listen, I don't mind trying the real thing. But if you behave and don't oppose me, then just stay with me for five days. I don't have a high demand for sex. I prefer a spiritual connection. So, as long as you don't deliberately provoke me, I won't do anything to you."
His words were a blatant threat.
Lydia had no choice but to agree, swallowing her pride.
She could barely sit up now. Leaning against the headboard, she called Evander, with Alton right beside her the whole time, giving her no chance to send any messages.
She knew she couldn't trust a madman, but directly asking for help over the phone and angering Alton was even worse. She didn't know where she was, and even if she did, by the time Evander arrived, she might already be dead. She had to wait for another opportunity, at least until she regained her strength.
Alton was probably a wanted man by now. Lydia couldn't believe he would stay here for five days without doing anything.
Lydia was imprisoned, but Alton even arranged for a photographer to take a set of wedding photos of them.
During this time, he acted like a retired old man, doing nothing all day and staying by her side. The money he embezzled was converted into gold bars, piled up in the basement. He would take Lydia to see them, enthusiastically telling her that they were all for her.
At first, Lydia ignored him, her face expressionless like a piece of wood. So Alton moved the gold bars into her room, making sure she faced them every moment.
He didn't allow her to draw the curtains. When the sunlight streamed in, the intense golden light was blinding.
Eventually, Lydia couldn't take it anymore and started to feign compliance, though very half-heartedly. Any normal person could see Lydia was deceiving him, but Alton didn't notice and was as happy as a fool.
Five days later, Alton left and never came back.Lydia saw her chance and bolted. She thought it would be tough, but she left the villa without a hitch. Alton even set up a driver for her.
But she wasn't about to get in that car.
When she got back, Evander wasn't home. He'd been swamped with work and helping the cops track down Alton, leaving early and coming back late every day. During the five days Lydia was gone, Evander had been crashing at the office.
Even though Lydia had been away for five days, they talked on the phone every day, so he didn't notice anything off.
This whole thing stayed under wraps.
Thinking about the photos she got that day, Lydia suddenly grabbed Evander's hand. She said, "He's still alive. He must be. No one else has those photos."
The fear Alton instilled in her ran deep. Even though he hadn't hurt her physically, the constant scrutiny from someone like him every day, coupled with the fear of losing control, created a psychological pressure that was way scarier than any physical pain.
So, even after all these years, Lydia still occasionally thought of those eyes.
She gripped Evander's hand so tightly that it drew blood, but he didn't push her away. He asked, "Who's still alive? What photos?"
Lydia said, "Alton. He's not dead. He's behind all of this. It has to be him."
No one else hated the Bailey family as much as Alton did, and no one else was as twisted. He used Zachary to attack the Bailey family, wanting to see them tear each other apart to satisfy his sick desires.
Evander said, "Alton is dead. You saw it yourself..."
The scene was too vivid. Considering Lydia's current mental state, Evander didn't want to reinforce her memory.
Lydia said, "The body was bloated, and fish ate the features. It exploded before the bodyguards could pull it ashore. How do you know it was Alton? Alton is definitely not dead, Evander. He's not dead. I feel like he's watching me right now."
Lydia was deeply affected by the past, and her emotions were extremely agitated. She grabbed Winona's hand. "Winona, get Zachary back. He can't stay with Timothy anymore. Timothy is starting to suspect him."
Winona was pushed away from the bed, seeing the IV tube starting to backflow. She quickly said, "Okay, I'll go right away. Mom, don't get worked up. You're still on an IV."
With that, she grabbed her bag and turned to leave.
Evander held Lydia, patting her back to soothe her. "I'll have someone investigate immediately. If he's really not dead, there will be some clues."
Lydia leaned against him, nodding slightly.
As for the photos, Evander didn't dare to ask further, afraid of upsetting her.
Winona left the villa, shivering from the cold wind. She tightened her coat and walked quickly to her car.
She drove home, sending Zachary a text on the way. It was a generic message copied from the internet, clearly a mass text.
She was worried he might not be able to respond. Given Timothy's disturbing tendencies, he might very well pull up a little stool and sit by the bed, watching Zachary sleep.
It made her feel dirty.
Once this was over, Winona thought that she needed to get Zachary a full cleaning package.
Dating had become a secret mission; no couple had it tougher than they did.
Zachary didn't reply, and though Winona was anxious, there was nothing she could do. She couldn't just barge in.
As soon as she parked at the apartment building, someone knocked on her car window.
Winona turned to look, nearly jumping out of her seat in fright, her heart skipping a beat before pounding furiously.
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