He Bought Her Heart, Then Destroyed It novel Chapter 16

When she first came back to him, every time there was a thunderstorm, he would be impulsively driven to rush home to be with her. But that impulse was forcibly suppressed.

Later, he stopped thinking about whether she was afraid, whether she could sleep alone in the cold house, whether she was doing okay.

The hatred in his heart had changed their relationship beyond recognition.

James went to Heather's room. There was a safe in her closet, and he was curious about what it held.

But when he tried to input the password, he encountered difficulty. He tried her birthday and all other important dates, but it kept saying wrong.

He entered his own birthday just to see, and this time, the safe opened.

She actually used his birthday as the password.

James didn’t have time to be surprised when he saw what was inside—a worn scarf.

It was the scarf he had bought her many years ago, a luxury brand scarf, the first gift he had ever given her.

So many years had passed. He had gone to such lengths to punish her, yet she had kept this scarf all this time.

He was such a bastard!

A complete bastard! Look at the horrible things he had done...

Not to mention she hadn't betrayed him, even if she had back then, why couldn’t he be more magnanimous? Why couldn't he let go of the past?

He had had the chance to treat her well, to let her live her last few years happily and without regret, but he had ruined that chance himself.

Tears flooded James’s eyes, soaking the scarf.

He carefully wiped his tears away, then buried his face in the scarf, trying to sense a trace of her familiar scent.

But there was nothing.

The scarf had long lost any trace of its owner.

And she, this woman, had quietly disappeared from this world, leaving nothing behind.

James stayed in the room for three full days and nights. He couldn’t eat or sleep, just lying on the bed staring at the ceiling.

Finally, his bodyguard called him to say Helen had woken up. She had miscarried and was now completely paralyzed.

James only said one thing before hanging up.

"Good job."

"But you still deliberately hurt her, even forcing her to give you blood before she died..."

Helen went silent.

But it was too late. The man stepped closer to her, looking down from above.

"Helen, you truly deserve to die."

"But I won't let you die easily. I'll make you suffer a thousand times more than Heather."

He made a phone call, and soon a group of people in white coats entered, holding large syringes.

"This woman is voluntarily donating blood to the hospital. You just need to draw it."

"Draw until today, and draw again tomorrow. As long as she's awake, draw every day. If she falls unconscious, wait for her to wake up before you continue."

"James, you are crazy! You lunatic! This is murder! I was wrong... I’ll never dare again, I’ll go to Heather’s grave and repent, I’ll kneel and bow... Please stop torturing me... I love you! Everything I did was because I love you!"

No matter how much Helen screamed, the group of people in white coats just came up with indifferent expressions and held her down to draw blood.

She watched helplessly as the large needle was inserted into her body, and dark red blood was drawn out in tube after tube. Her whole body was paralyzed, unable to move, only filled with the hopelessness of death.