Chapter 5

I was becoming lucid less and less often.

I didn't know what I did when I was out of it, but every time I woke up, I was greeted by a mess.

Like now, what I saw was Mr. Thompson's angry gaze and the gloating looks of Emily and her mother.

"Rachel Moore, not only did you kill Jack's mother, but you're also celebrating your birthday on her death anniversary. Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?"

"You won't die well, you'll definitely face retribution."

This was the Thompson family's old house.

Looking at the festive decorations all over the house and the three-tiered cake on the table, I felt like I had fallen into an ice pit.

Rachel Moore, that was Mrs. Thompson, the Mrs. Thompson who saved your life. What have you done?

Rachel Moore, you really deserve to die.

"Mr. Thompson, I'm sorry, I..."

"I don't want your apology. Get out of my house right now!"

Seeing Mr. Thompson about to faint, I didn't dare stay any longer.

I bowed deeply to Mr. Thompson. "I'm sorry."

When I opened the door, I saw an furious Jack.

"You wanted to celebrate your birthday? Then let me give you a proper celebration."

He took me to a bar's private room and ordered a lot of alcohol.

"It's your birthday, so we must drink. Come on, have a glass."

Before I could move, he grabbed a bottle with one hand and pinched my jaw with the other, forcing the liquor down my throat.

I don't know how many bottles I was forced to drink, I just felt my stomach burning and aching.

Finally, he even called four or five male models for me.

He said, "These are my birthday gifts to you. Do you like them?"

"Your task today is to please her well."

No matter how Jack punished me, I would accept it, but he chose to humiliate me in this way.

But I didn't even have the strength to struggle.

I could only watch as he left holding Emily's hand.

"Be good, don't look. It will dirty your eyes."

Dirty? Jack, so this is how worthless I've become in your heart.

Before I lost consciousness, I dialed Sam's number.