Marriage With A Evil Heart

As soon as I mentioned Sherry, Scarlette shook her head disdainfully.

“Sherry’s original family is quite bizarre. Her father is an alcoholic who frequently engages in domestic violence. The reason is that her mother had an affair with a married man before marrying her father, and the man’s wife caught them, resulting in her mother getting beaten and having a leg crippled. No one in the local area was willing to marry her, so she reluctantly married Sherry’s father. Despite the marriage, her mother looked down on her alcoholic husband, especially compared to the previous lover who had money and looks.”

“It seems like the root of the problem is rotten!” I commented with disgust.

“Exactly, and brainless too!” Scarlette fully agreed and continued, “Things were tolerable for a while after they got married, but her mother, oblivious to her own conditions, kept finding faults. In the end, the alcoholic’s patience wore thin. After one more provocation from her, he beat her up. This happened repeatedly, even when she was pregnant with Sherry. Sherry grew up in such a family.”

“Then she’s even less deserving of pity. Unrepentant, she’s following in her mother’s footsteps!” I sighed.

Scarlette couldn’t hold back her laughter. “You’re right. She dropped out of school at 17, left home, and has been working as a domestic helper ever since, aspiring to marry a wealthy man. She was caught for seducing the master of a household and got beaten before coming to Newport.”

“No wonder she worked in my house for eight years, waiting for an opportunity to rise!” I chuckled self-deprecatingly. “And no wonder she can’t wait for me to die. Putting drugs aside, she’s been secretly harming me!”

Scarlette looked puzzled. “Secretly harming?”

I pointed to the area on my head where it hurt for Scarlette to inspect. “This is the evidence of her violence against me.”

When Scarlette leaned in for a closer look, her eyes turned crimson. “Fuck, Daisy, why didn’t you say so earlier? This… this bitch. No, we have to call the police, arrest her!”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

After saying that, she held onto my head and took a picture with her phone to show me.

The photo showed a scalp covered in bruises, shades of purple and yellow, with numerous needle marks. It looked horrifying, and I could only imagine how deeply I was asleep at that time.

“Daisy, what are you waiting for? Let’s catch her and make her pay for her crimes!” Scarlette hugged my head, sobbing, “How could she dare to do this? How could it be like this!”

After a while, I sat up slowly, combed through my hair, and looked at Scarlette. I said calmly, “What’s the point of catching her? Inside there, it’s too comfortable for her. Before long, she could start anew. She needs to taste something different, to experience what it means to wish for death rather than life.”

Scarlette quickly grasped my meaning, grabbed my hands, and clenched them tightly. “You’re right. I’ll help you.”

“Good, then help me with something first.” I looked at her expectantly.

“what’s it?”

I whispered my plan to Scarlette, and the more she listened, the more excited she became. She patted her chest and said, “Alright, you just wait and see!”

After a few additional details, we both smiled with satisfaction.

I carefully timed our exit from the coffee shop with Scarlette, preparing to head home. However, just as we were about to step out, we coincidentally saw two men coming out of a bank across the street. They stood by a car, engaged in conversation.

I quickly grabbed Scarlette and retreated back into the coffee shop, pointing at the bank across the road.