He Bought Her Heart, Then Destroyed It novel Chapter 18

But the one who hated him was Heather, not Melinda.

What was more important was that her family needed money.

So, she wouldn’t easily reject this job and the opportunity to earn money.

Two years after Heather’s death, James came to the hospital again.

Helen’s bandages had all been removed. She was lying on the bed, withered and pale, staring blankly ahead.

For the past year, her broken body had been used for countless medical experiments.

Blood draws, drug trials... These were the mild things.

Each time, she thought she was about to be freed, but she was always dragged back.

The one behind all of this was James.

He had promised her that he wouldn’t let her die easily. He would make her suffer a thousand times worse than Heather.

And he had indeed done it.

"Today is the anniversary of my first meeting with Heather. On such a special day, what gift should I give her?"

James sat down on the sofa across from her, a cold, cruel smile playing at the corner of his lips.

He was a psychopath, a complete psychopath! Beneath his handsome exterior hid a chilling, terrifyingly cruel heart.

This past year, Helen had already fully realized this.

Before, she thought she was cold-blooded and cruel.

But after personally experiencing James’s methods, she understood that she was nothing compared to him.

She had once wanted to live, but now, all she wanted was to die. Death was her only release.

A strange smile appeared on Helen’s face.

"James, why deceive yourself? No matter how much you’ve tortured me this past year, you haven’t found redemption in your heart, do you know why? Because the person who hurt Heather the most was never me, it was you!"

"James, you say you love her, but you only dare to take revenge on me. If you really had guts, you’d jump into the sea to join her..."

Helen laughed recklessly.

As expected, her words successfully provoked James.

Helen closed her eyes.

The two bodyguards grabbed her, one on each side, and quickly dragged her out of the hospital room, throwing her into a black van.

The car sped towards the seaside. Thirty minutes later, Helen was shoved out of the car.

The cold sea breeze howled past her ears, like a funeral song playing for her. She was pushed forward, step by step, into the sea.

And in the face of death, she strangely felt calm inside.

As the seawater submerged her head, countless images flashed through her mind.

When she was six, she had tortured and killed the stray cat Heather had brought home.

Her parents screamed in horror when they saw the cat’s dead body, and from that moment on, they looked at her with hatred.

When she was eight, she burned Heather’s favorite dress. Her mother beat her mercilessly and then bought a duplicate dress for Heather, and from that point, she hated Heather...

As everything around her fell into darkness and her consciousness began to fade away, in the final second, Helen still wondered.

When Heather died, did her parents come to receive her? They must have, right? They always loved her the most, and she never got her parents’ forgiveness, even in death.