"Then why did you just say you wanted to have ten wives?"
"I was just using that as a metaphor, I only want to take care of you, where would ten wives come from."
Harry Hunter felt both hurt and helpless, yet he couldn't bring himself to scold her.
Never mind, what's wrong with her being a little spoiled?
Wasn't it all because he pampered her?
When he came down from the helicopter, the scene he saw was enough to break his heart.
In that strange, dilapidated, old villa, surrounded by so many bodyguards, she wore clothes that didn't fit, her hair was a mess, face pale as she curled up in the corner of the bathroom, stubbornly clutching a piece of broken glass, tightly holding onto Rose Parker to protect herself.
He felt heartbroken to death.
He wanted to send all who bullied her straight to Hell!
Harry Hunter, eyes red, gently opened her hand, revealing a bloodstained mess.
"Bleeding so much, why didn't you scream in pain!"
