Chapter 25: Chapter 25: Make Them Wish They Were Dead!

"Cecilia, let me take care of you for the rest of your life, okay?"

He had already missed her first twenty years and didn’t want to lose the chance to protect her in the future.

Cecilia Vaughn quivered slightly upon hearing this. She lowered her head, avoiding the man’s hawk-like gaze.

"Adrian... didn’t we agree? It’s just a marriage of convenience."

"What just happened was an accident. You’re my husband in name, and no one will care about this after we get a divorce in three years."

She is now a convicted felon and doesn’t know if she has the capability of loving someone.

Adrian Law, on the other hand, is completely different from her. Young and already a business empire leader, he should have a wonderfully bright future, and she doesn’t want to use a possibility to hinder his life.

...

Adrian Law’s gaze intensely locked on Cecilia Vaughn. He pressed his lips together and finally sighed softly, just as Cecilia was at a loss.

"Okay, I understand."

He realized that he had pushed too hard, knowing that her heart was already locked.

But he didn’t mind. He could wait patiently, for her to untangle the knots in her heart.

Even if it took a lifetime.

As for the divorce in three years...

A flicker of determination flashed in Adrian’s eyes. As long as he was around, it was out of the question!

...

Cecilia mistakenly thought Adrian had given up on taking responsibility for her and immediately felt a sense of relief, preparing to head to the dressing room to change.

However, just as she turned, the man stopped her.

"Hmm?"

Cecilia was puzzled but saw that his gaze was fixed on her back.

His eyes were deep, filled with a kind of pain Cecilia couldn’t comprehend.

"Those scars... did you get them in prison?"

Her back, which should have been as smooth as jade, was marked with crisscrossing scars!

Three in total, though long since healed, the deep red wounds clung to her back like a hideous beast, shocking to the core!

...

So, he saw the scars on my back...

Cecilia’s long eyelashes trembled. She had forgotten that she could no longer wear backless clothes like she did three years ago...

Horrifying memories flickered through her mind, from shortly after she was sentenced.

A dark prison, swinging whips, malicious eyes lurking in corners, strange and menacing faces...

Fragments of these memories opened their jaws like monsters, trying to swallow her once more.

...

"Cecilia, what’s wrong?"

Hearing his concerned voice, Cecilia pinched her palm and freed herself from those memories.

She forced a bitter smile.

"Adrian, I..."

Seeing her hesitative expression, a sharp pain pierced Adrian’s heart. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He waved his hand, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I’m sorry. If you don’t want to talk about it, you never have to."

He wished he could take her place, to bear her past for her!

How did she, just barely an adult at the time, fight against the darkness of fate?

Cecilia continued to be silent, hearing him add.

"If one day you wish to share your burdens with me, I will always be ready to listen."

"Cecilia, trust me, no matter where or when, I will always be on your side."

...

Looking at his handsome and earnest face, Cecilia’s eyes began to warm.

She didn’t know why, but despite having gone through such hellish experiences and considering herself stronger than most,

In front of Adrian, she felt like a young girl again, fighting the urge to cry.

She nodded with a choked voice.

"Okay, Adrian, thank you."

"You’re such a little fool," Adrian shook his head helplessly, affectionately patting Cecilia’s hair. "Don’t say thank you to me again."

"All right."

...

Watching Cecilia leave to change clothes, Adrian stayed in the corridor, an icy resolve in his eyes.

——Whoever it was that left scars on Cecilia’s back, he would ensure they paid a thousandfold for it!

Make them understand the true meaning of ’consequences’!

Yet even if this vengeance were fulfilled, it could never erase the hate in his heart!

Cecilia was so young back then, all girls love beauty, how could she bear to have such hideous scars?

Adrian squinted, dialing two phone numbers one after the other.

The first was for Wyatt Law to continue investigating what happened to Cecilia after she went to prison, leaving no stone unturned!

Whoever hurt Cecilia, regardless of where they are, would not be spared!

...

The second call was to Zion Prescott.

Having been friends for many years, Zion detected Adrian’s unusually heavy breathing through the phone, instantly sensing his friend’s foul mood.

It seemed... someone was about to face his wrath.

But who would provoke such a mighty figure?

"Adrian? Why are you not speaking?"

...

Adrian’s eyelids drooped slightly, his voice cool and tinged with an unfamiliar uncertainty.

"Zion, do you know any medicine that can remove old scars?"

"They’re very deep whip marks, about two or three years old, and weren’t treated in time, causing inflammation."

Adrian, who had weathered many storms, was unlike any pampered son of a wealthy family.

He saw clearly that Cecilia’s scars should have been treated but weren’t, leading to a terrifying result due to late treatment.

The torn skin and ghastly blood red marks,

Due to delayed treatment, developed severe infections, forming those horrifying scars that showed no sign of fading even after years.

Now, apart from bringing the bastard who tortured Cecilia to a fate worse than death, it was more important to erase the scars on her back.

Adrian could see that Cecilia still cared about those past events.

Those hideous scars served only as a constant reminder of her inner wounds.

...

Upon hearing this, Zion Prescott was stunned, misunderstanding at first.

"No way, old whip wounds from two or three years ago? Not treated in time?"

"Your family’s secret guards were compensated so poorly back then? Not even given proper medication?"

A faint bitter smile appeared at Adrian’s lips.

"It wasn’t them... it was Cecilia."

"..."

On the other end, Zion Prescott fell silent as well.

He hadn’t imagined such scars belonged to a girl.

"Okay, I’ll try to help."

...

After hanging up, Adrian’s mind replayed Cecilia’s carefree demeanor at the hospital that day.

Her hand was bleeding from a cut, yet she showed no sign of pain.

Was it because she was accustomed to enduring all hardships alone in prison?

...

Adrian felt a pang in his heart but saw a slender and graceful figure descending from the staircase.

He suppressed his pain and looked deeply at Cecilia.

"Cecilia, have you ever thought about returning to school?"