All too late for his love

Wilhelmina didn't reply immediately.

Her gaze slowly swept from Willow's face, her sweet and lovely face gradually contorting with malice.

Sometimes, love and hate come out of nowhere, like her hate for Willow.

In truth, Willow had never done anything to harm her. On the contrary, Willow had even helped her. But Wilhelmina still hated her.

When Wilhelmina was young, she hated Willow's mesmerizing face, Now, she hated Willow because she was the true love of Matthew's life.

*Skyler said to..."

Wilhelmina dragged out her words, her voice now sounding particularly chilling, "Feed her severed finger to the dogs!"NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Wilhelmina's confidant shivered at her words but still replied respectfully, "Yes, Ms. Foster."

"As for this woman..."

Wilhelmina looked at Willow with disdain and jealousy, "Send her back where she came from!"

Thanks to Wilhelmina, Willow was thrown back into the small apartment in Bordello once again.

Willow was now covered in blood, lying on the floor of the living room.

Perhaps Wilhelmina's confidant also didn't want to escalate the situation. They performed simple first aid on Willow's wounds and wrapped them in bandages. However, Willow had lost all sensation by the time they did these things.

Her stomach pain, combined with the pain from her wounds, had far exceeded her tolerance. She had passed out from the pain after being taken out of the dungeon.

It was the following day when she woke up. If it weren't for the continued pain from her severed finger, she might have thought that everything from last night was just a nightmare.

She never thought that Matthew, who had promised to protect her and never let her suffer any harm again, would have someone chop off her finger.

Those people hadn't taken her phone away.

She held her phone with her right hand, originally intending to call the police.

But the influence of the Mayer family in Havenpoint was not to be underestimated, and with Skyler's family backing them, even if she did call the police, it wouldn't cause much of a stir.

More importantly, even though Matthew had hurt her to this extent, she still couldn't forget that he had once been a good friend who shared life and death with her.

Willow struggled to rise from the floor. She hadn't eaten anything since yesterday afternoon and subjecting afternoonanything her stomach to such abuse felt like gambling with her life.

Living was really tiring, both physically and mentally, but she still tried to find ways to keep going a bit longer.

For every extra day she lived, she had another chance to raise. money for Aaron's surgery.

Just as she had finished making herself a bowl of oatmeal, the doorbell of her apartment rang urgently.

Willow feared it might be Matthew's men coming to hassle her again, but to her surprise, it was her best friend, Nicola.

Nicola's face was covered with a heavy layer of foundation, butitm couldn't hide the obvious scars. It was clear she had been beaten again.

Nicola didn't want Willow to worry, so she turned her face away as she entered, hiding the bruises.

"Willow, here's 150 thousand dollars.

I know it's not enough for Aaron's surgery but take it for now. I'll figure out a way to help you raise the rest."