Chapter 12
In the footage, Zara’s bodyguards brought the blindfolded Lila before Callan and announced loudly: “Mr. Thorne, this is the female instructor from the virtue academy who tortured Miss Zara.”
With Lila’s head covered by black cloth, Callan hadn’t recognized her.
Outside the footage, Callan completely broke down: Was this some kind of sick joke? The woman he had tortured all night was actually Lila–the woman he had cherished and protected since childhood, the one he treasured above all
else?!
No! This couldn’t be possible! There had to be some mistake! That blindfolded instructor couldn’t be his Lila!
In extreme despair, people instinctively deny reality, and Callan was no exception.
But the footage couldn’t be faked. He watched in horror as his recorded self approached Lila with a hammer.
“ENOUGH! STOP!” In a blind rage, Callan hurled a chair at the projector, smashing it to pieces.
He couldn’t bear to watch what came next.
He couldn’t accept that he had tortured Lila for an entire night—
He had shattered all five fingers of Lila’s right hand with a hammer. He had injected her with drugs that amplified sensation. He had even ordered his men to perform that “sewing operation” on her…
What had he done?!
In this moment, Callan felt his entire world collapsing. He couldn’t imagine the despair Lila must have felt that
night…
In the midst of his breakdown, Marcus pointedly commented: “Mr. Thorne, don’t blame yourself too much. You were deceived by a treacherous person. That’s why you tortured Mrs. Thorne–it wasn’t your fault.”
When he emphasized “treacherous person,” Marcus glanced meaningfully at Zara.
Earlier, Zara had accused him of being a traitor, so naturally he seized this opportunity for revenge.
His words successfully jolted Callan back to reality. Emerging from his agony, Callan turned to Zara with bloodshot eyes, his expression murderous.
One look was enough to make Zara fall to her knees in terror.
“Cal, it wasn’t me. I knew nothing about this,” Zara continued pretending even as she knelt, defending herself through tears: “I’m being framed! Someone must have bribed my bodyguards and instructed them to do this.”
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But unfortunately, no matter what she said, Callan wouldn’t believe her this time.
With an icy expression, Callan approached Zara step by step, holding an iron rod that Marcus had just handed him.
“YOU BITCH!” Without a trace of mercy, Callan swung the rod at Zara: “I treated you so well, and THIS is how you repay me?!”
“Lila is my LIFE! Since childhood, I never let anyone touch a single hair on her head, but you–you orchestrated this vile scheme to make me torture her with my own hands!”
“I would rather have my own fingers smashed than let Lila suffer even a scratch!”
As he raged, Callan continued beating Zara mercilessly with the iron rod.
Zara was soon covered in blood, but Callan wasn’t satisfied. He ordered his men to pin Zara’s hands to the table, then screamed hysterically: “Someone bring me a hammer!”
Zara’s face instantly turned deathly white with terror. She cried out desperately: “NO! Cal! I know I was wrong, please spare me! I’ll never do it again, I SWEAR!”
But her answer came in the form of Callan’s vicious laugh: “Anyone who hurts Lila gets paid back tenfold, hundredfold. Zara, prepare yourself–tonight is going to be very, very long!”
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