Chapter 3
Avery had just finished bandaging her hand when Reed’s security burst in.
“Mrs.-Miss Walsh, please come with us.”
Sugar leaped in front of her, baring his teeth at the security men, emitting a low warning growl.
The lead guard expressionlessly pulled out a stun baton, signaling others to restrain Sugar.
“Don’t hurt him!” Avery quickly said. “I’ll go with you!”
She crouched down, calming Sugar who was trying to bite the guards.
“Sugar, be good, they won’t hurt me.”
Sugar nuzzled her leg, whimpering softly.
Avery’s nose stung with emotion as she rubbed his big head, choking back tears. “Wait for me, I’ll be back soon to get you.”
She didn’t trust leaving Sugar with Reed and Victoria.
She decided to take Sugar with her when she left. She would postpone her assisted suicide until she found a loving owner for
him.
At the police station, Avery faced Reed.
His expression was icy. “Avery, not only did you smash my family’s heirloom bracelet, but you cruelly hurt Victoria. Seems like last time’s lesson wasn’t enough-you can spend a few days here reflecting.”
His gaze swept over her blood-soaked bandage, and his brow immediately furrowed with concern.
“What happened to your hand?”
Avery slowly raised her hand, looking at him, enunciating each word:
“Reed Bennett, do you really, truly not remember anything?”
Panic flashed in his eyes before he resumed his cold demeanor. “No, I don’t.”
“Fine, fine, fine.”
Avery repeated “fine” three times, feeling as if a huge hole had opened in her chest, letting in a biting cold wind.
The man who once said, “No matter when, my heart only remembers Avery,” was deliberately forgetting her.
All the words lodged in her throat, unable to come out.
She turned away, refusing to look at him anymore.
Before leaving, Reed instructed the detention center staff: “Keep her for three days so she can reflect, but don’t let her suffer.”
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As soon as he left, someone approached the leader of Avery’s cell and whispered something.
For the next three days, Avery was continuously beaten by her cellmates.
She was repeatedly slapped, chunks of her hair were ripped out.
Beyond being beaten black and blue, her arms and legs were covered with bite marks of various sizes.
The bandage on her hand was torn off, the wound repeatedly reopened, quickly becoming infected and oozing pus.
At night, she could only sleep next to the reeking toilet.
On the third day, she was dragged to a water tank, where freezing cold water was poured over her head, bucket after bucket.
When Avery left the detention center, she had been tortured beyond recognition.
As soon as she got out, she was shoved into a car and taken to a high-end restaurant.
In the private room, Victoria was leisurely stirring a pot of stew, smiling with feigned innocence.
“Sit down, join me.”
Avery turned to leave but was forcefully pinned to a chair by security.
Victoria brought a bowl of freshly cooked meat to Avery.
“How were the last three days? Comfortable in there? Here, eat something, build up your strength. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll have Reed send you back for a few more days.”
Avery thought of the torture of the past three days, shuddered, and mechanically picked up a fork, stabbing a piece of meat and putting it in her mouth.
“I ate it. Can I go now?”
Victoria let out a triumphant laugh, waving the security away.
“How could you eat just one bite of this delicious dog meat stew? It’s a real specialty.”
Avery’s heart skipped a beat, her voice trembling.
“What… do you mean?”
Victoria played with her nails. “That crazy dog bit me, so naturally I wouldn’t let it go. Happens that dog meat makes a perfect stew. How does it taste? I specifically saved some for you.”
She leaned close to Avery’s ear, her breath sweet but her words venomous.
“Oh, and when that mutt was nearly strangled, it still clutched your clothes in its mouth, whimpering, trying to crawl to your
room.”
Avery’s stomach churned violently, and she vomited.
He was waiting for her to come home…
Tears flooded down her face. She bit her lip hard, tasting blood.
“Victoria Hayes!”
Avery suddenly stood up, using all her strength to slap Victoria hard across the face.
“How DARE you?!”
She screamed, flipping the entire dining table.
The scalding broth splashed onto her leg and Victoria’s arm.
Victoria screamed, but Avery seemed not to feel the burning pain on her leg. She lunged at Victoria like a madwoman, pinning her down, crying as she slapped her again and again.
Just then, the door burst open, and Reed rushed in.
“Avery Walsh, what are you doing?!
