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    The lights red suddenly, bright and blinding. Katelyn shut her eyes tightly, giving herself a moment to adapt before gradually opening them again.


    Thest fleeting memory before she lost consciousness reyed in her mind. She had been drugged in the hospital corridor and forcibly taken here.


    As Katelyn looked around, she realized she was in a vi. The interior was borately decorated, primarily in shades of gray and white. From the color scheme, she deduced the owner was probably a man.


    Her hands were securely tied behind the chair, leaving her unable to move.


    “Who are you, and what do you want with me?”


    The sound of footsteps that had activated the lights receded. In the echoing silence of the expansive house, even her own voice seemed to bounce back at her.


    Katelyn mentally reviewed her known adversaries, ruling them out one by one until only Annie remained the likely suspect, given her evident animosity.


    “Who are you?” Katelyn called out again, her voice echoing through the emptiness. She reached into her pockets, hoping her phone might still be there to contact Vincent.


    But her search was in vain. Her phone was gone.


    Trapped and without a way to tell time, she felt isted. The slight sting from the injection site on her arm was a constant reminder of her predicament.


    Then, she heard the sound of wheels approaching from the hallway. Instinctively, Katelyn looked up, freezing in shock upon recognizing the figure in the wheelchair—it was Neil!


    Neil appeared dramatically changed, having lost a considerable amount of weight in just half a month. His eyes were tired, filled with exhaustion and deep-seated malice.


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    His appearance was disheveled and neglected. Yet, what struck Katelyn most profoundly was the intense hatred that seemed to consume him.


    Katelyn stared at him intently. This was their first meeting since the incident at the hospital.


    Her gaze was drawn to the wheelchair.


    She had understood from the moment he was shot in the knee that even a sessful surgery would havesting impacts.


    She had never anticipated it would confine him to a wheelchair permanently.


    Neil twisted his mouth into a sneer.


    “Thanks to you, I’ve been reduced to a useless cripple, bound to this wheelchair for life!”


    His voice was saturated with murderous intent. From being his family’s pride to his current crippled state, this reality was more excruciating for the proud Neil than death itself.


    Katelyn gave a slight smirk. “Those two bullets were rather lenient. At least you’re still alive.”


    Neil’s eyes turned red, her words striking him sharply. “All this misery is your fault, you wretched woman! My biggest regret is ever marrying you!”


    Neil’s emotions boiled over, and as he hurled his usations, he seemed unhinged.


    A dark look crossed Katelyn’s face.


    “Did you bring me here just to show off how miserable you’ve be?”


    She harbored no sympathy for someone merely experiencing the consequences of his own actions. Had it not been for her quick reflexes, the knife Neil had hurled at her would have ended her life. Comparatively, losing the use of his legs was far less significant than losing a life.


    “That’s not it. I n to make you suffer for my pain a thousand times over,” Neil said grimly.


    At that moment, a henchman stepped forward, handing him a gun.


    Neil said nonchntly, “You know, we did have our moments of happiness, but you destroyed them all!”


    “We did share good times until you betrayed me with Lise,” Katelyn retorted, finding Neil’s reminiscence absurd. Those who engage in vile acts seldom acknowledge the repulsiveness of their behavior.


    “It’s unfortunate that those moments were brief and utterly spoiled by your subsequent detestable actions.”


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    “You were too dull and inflexible, which left mepletely disinterested. You’re the root of all the problems!”


    With clenched teeth, he retorted, swiftly disengaging the safety of his gun and pointing it directly at Katelyn. “We don’t need to linger on the past. I’m going to turn your life into a living hell now.”


    Neil’s smile twisted into a deranged expression, as though he were indulging in a twisted game. “Let’s decide which of your legs I’ll shoot first.”


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