Unrepairable Love

Chapter 505

Esme didn't dare to speak, just took deep breaths. "Elizabeth," she began, "When you shoved me into the water, trashed my name, and came after me, you didn't show any mercy!" Elizabeth said, tightening her grip.

Esme grabbed Elizabeth's wrist, trying to pry her hand off. "Elizabeth," she called out, feeling powerless.

Elizabeth looked at her with a smile. "Too bad, you'll die first."

"Elizabeth, if my parents and brother find out, they won't let you get away with this!" Esme's tears started to fall in panic.

People walked by, watching the scene, but no one dared to intervene. They just glanced and hurried away.

Elizabeth wasn't fazed by Esme's threats at all.

Desperate, Esme had to beg for mercy. "Elizabeth, I was wrong; I know I was wrong. Please let me go. I'm begging you."

Elizabeth felt unsatisfied. She looked at Esme's face and couldn't help but click her tongue. Esme didn't understand what Elizabeth meant.

Suddenly, Elizabeth let go of Esme. Esme gasped for air, breathing heavily. She squatted down, her back against a car. When she looked up again, she saw Elizabeth standing right in front of her.

Esme didn't understand what Elizabeth was up to, but in the next second, Elizabeth tore off Esme's jacket.

Esme screamed, "Elizabeth!"

Elizabeth didn't care and pulled open Esme's shoulder, revealing the scar on her back. It was exactly the same as the one Elizabeth had. Even Elizabeth was shocked. No wonder Alexander believed Esme.

Esme touched her shoulder, as if she had thought of something. She gradually stopped struggling and lowered her head.

"You were so cruel to yourself, and I still expected you to show me mercy back then," Elizabeth said, caressing the scar on Esme's back.

Esme, who was so afraid of pain, was actually willing to create a scar on herself. Elizabeth gave a bitter smile and asked, "What are you after? It's just a man."

Esme lowered her head and said nothing. She thought, 'Yeah, just a man. If I didn't do this, I wouldn't get the man's heart. Even after doing this, I still can't get the man's heart! Why is it so easy for Elizabeth to talk about the man I try so hard to get? That is Alexander, the man every girl dreams of marrying.'

"Esme, you ruined the three of us," Elizabeth's voice was soft. The next second, her nails dug into Esme's scar.

Esme immediately cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face.

"This scar—no matter how hard I try, I can't scrape it off," Elizabeth sighed, patting Esme's scar in a somewhat perverse manner.

Esme felt that Elizabeth was too oppressive, and she didn't even dare to look at her.

"Esme, I really misjudged you," Elizabeth grabbed Esme's hair, forcing her to lift her head.

Esme's tears fell, her face evoking pity. Elizabeth just found it amusing. Playing the victim, Esme was very good at that.