Chapter 882

Esme’s limbs began to flail wildly, but she couldn’t break free from the shackles and restraints of the ropes. Her wrists were raw and bleeding as she looked at Elizabeth. She hated it. She was in pain! But at this moment, Esme couldn’t control anything, not even her tears. She didn’t want to cry! But she couldn’t stop!

Elizabeth came to the bedside and looked at Esme, feeling a wave of emotion. Esme was no longer beautiful; her body was covered in scars, her face scratched, and her once-prized long hair had been cut short. The man she once loved most was now outside the door, unwilling to even look at her. And the woman Esme hated, Elizabeth, was standing right in front of her. Esme was clear-headed, yet going mad!

“Does it hurt?” Elizabeth asked.

Esme understood. Esme glared at Elizabeth; how could it not hurt? Esme was a living person! Esme wasn’t crazy! Esme’s eyes warned Elizabeth to let her out, or else, even if she died, she would take Elizabeth with her.

“Elizabeth,” Alexander called out calmly, indicating it was enough and they could leave. He didn’t want to stay in this place for even a minute. Esme, already emotionally unstable, completely broke down upon hearing Alexander’s familiar voice. She couldn’t hold back any longer and began to struggle. Blood stained the white sheets, and her tears fell like large drops. Esme gasped for breath, wanting to speak, but no sound came out.

It was Alexander. Had he come to see her? She wanted to see him.

Erme wanted to know just how heartless Alexander was. He knew she was fine, so why let her suffer like this? Elizabeth glanced at the door. Esme was so agitated. It was hard not to suspect that Alexander’s words were intentional—he wanted to get Esme’s attention and make her even more desperate. Now, he was right outside the door, but he wouldn’t come in to see her.

“Look, her emotions are very unstable. Even after a sedative, she’s still agitated,” said the nurse beside her. Esme’s eyes were filled with murderous intent. Esme wasn’t sick; these were normal human emotions.

“Continue with the sedative,” the director ordered. Esme’s eyes were bloodshot. Having just been given a sedative, Esme didn’t want to endure another shot. She shook her head, unwilling to take the injection. Several nurses came in and held Esme down. Elizabeth watched as Esme was held down and given another injection. Esme’s tears finally stopped. Esme lay there calmly. Then Esme smiled. Esme closed her eyes.

Elizabeth pursed her lips and said lightly, “Esme, consider yourself lucky. You got to keep your life. If it weren’t for Alexander’s mercy, she would have been dead by now.”

Esme only wanted to laugh at those words. Letting her stay here, clear-headed and waiting to die, was worse than just letting her die! She couldn’t get out. She would never get out in this lifetime! Alexander wouldn’t let her go, and neither would Elizabeth! If she could do it all over again, she would never be so foolish. She wouldn’t love Alexander anymore, never again.