Chapter 167
Lucy gazed at the woman on the ground, whose body barely moved. The woman was barely clinging to life, and her breaths were almost gone.
But Lucy’s fury hadn’t subsided. To ensure the woman’s tendons could never be repaired. Lucy picked up a heavy rock and smashed it down onto the woman’s hands and feet again.
The dull impact of the stone mixed with the sickening crack of breaking bones. Her limbs were reduced to a gruesome mess of shattered bone and mangled flesh, a sight too horrific to describe.
When it was over, Lucy straightened up, her hands drenched in blood. Crimson droplets stid from her fingertips, falling steadily to the ground.
“This is the punishment you de
you deserve. Camila endured far worse than this,” Lucy said coldly, her voice devoid of emotion. With that, she turned and walked away.
Lucy had just stepped out of the alley when she suddenly froze in place.
At the entrance stood a man, his figure outlined by the light behind him, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
Her heart sank as she realized he’d seen everything.
Lucy knew she couldn’t let the man leave alive. The thought had barely crossed her mind when she instinctively raised the knife in her hand.
The man noticed her move
movement and spoke abruptly. “It’s me.”
Lucy froze, her grip on the knife loosening as she slowly lowered it. “Sir?”
“Yeah, Turner nodded, his eyes carrying a complexity that was hard to read.
Lucy stayed silent for a long moment, her voice hoarse when she finally spoke. “You saw everything”
“I did.” Turner didn’t avoid her gaze, standing there quietly with an unreadable expression.
For a while, neither of them spoke. A cold breeze swept through the alley, brushing against Lucy’s face. The sharp, metallic scent of blood lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating.
Finally, Turner broke the silence. “Lucy, what you did is a crime.”
“Oh? Are you planning to call the cops on me?” Lucy shot back.
Turner met her eyes and sighed. “No.”
“Then get out of my way.” Lucy tried to push him aside, but his hand shot out, gripping her wrist with surprising strength. She couldn’t break free.
“Come with me, Turner said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Lucy struggled. “Why should I go with you?”
Turner’s gaze didn’t waver. “Are you planning to walk back to school covered in blood?”
Lucy’s body stiffened slightly. She lowered her head and saw the bloodstains covering her clothes, glaringly vivid under the light. She stopped resisting, allowing Turner to lead her to the car.
The car sped through the night, city neon lights flickering across the windows and casting a cold glow on Lucy’s detached face.
Turner brought Lucy back home again. He opened the door, stepped aside to let her in, and followed her inside, then shut the door behind them.
“Go freshen up.” Turner said, his voice calm and steady
Lucy didn’t respond, heading straight into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of rushing water filled the air.
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Turner settled into a chair by the floor–to–ceiling windows, pouring himself a glass of red wine. He swirled the glass gently, the deep red Isqasd rippling with each motion.
He took slow sips, his gaze drifting to the city lights outside the window. But his thoughts were far from the nightscape before him
After what felt like an eternity, the sound of water stopped, Lacy einerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a white bathrobe.
Her damp hair clung to the sides of her face, droplets sliding down the strands. Under the soft lighting, her skin looked almost luminous, her beauty carrying a quiet, cool allure.
Turner’s gaze intensified slightly as he took in her appearance, lds eyes lingering on her longer than usual.
Lucy, seemingly oblivious, strode over, grabbed the wine glass from Turner’s hand, and drained it in one swift motion.
She set the glass down, picked up the wine bottle, and tilted it back, emptying it in seconds. Her cheeks flushed quickly, and her eyes. grew hary
She placed the empty bottle on the table, then looked at Turner, her voice hoarse. “Is there more?”
“No” he replied.
Lucy narrowed her eyes, her voice shirring slightly. “Don’t lie to me.”
Without waiting for Turner’s response. Lucy turned and headed to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of strong liquor from the wine cabinet. She twisted the cap open, ready to drink.
“What are you doing? Turner quickly stepped forward and stopped her.
“Tm so frustrated! Just give it to me, Lucy grumbler
Turner’s e
‘s eyes flickered with concern. “Drinking isn’t good for your health”
“My health?” Lucy’s voice cracked. “What about my heart? It aches. Her eyes reddened as tears threatened to spill,
“Do you know who I just beat up? That woman made Camila deaf and broke her legs in prison. Camila’s life is ruined, but that scum gets. to walk free. Why does she get a second chance?” Lucy’s voice rose, her body trembling with rage.
“She even conned William’s parents out of 300 thousand dollars, saying she needed it for a peaceful life. Can you believe that? Isn’t it absurd? If anyone dares to hur Camila, Ml make them suffer worse than she did. Deaf, crippled, broken–it’s what she deserved!
“You know what, I didn’t just make her deaf and crippled. I made her blind and mute, and broke her tendons. Even if she survives, she’ll be a useless shell–unable to see, speak, or hear.” Lucy bughed, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her face.
She raised her hand and took a long swig of liquor. The strong alcohol burned her throat, flushing her face even redder. Her body swayed unsteadily, her mind growing foggier with each passing second.
Turner quickly stepped forward to steady her, his hands firmly supporting her as she leaned heavily against him.
Slumping against his chest, Lucy mumbled, her voice cracked, “But no matter what I do, Camila will never be the same again.
“Tell me, why is the world so unfair? Camila is such a good person. Why did she have to suffer so much!
“You have no idea what she endured while living with the Jacksons those three years.
“During high school, she was buried in schoolwork, but still had to please those monsters from the Jackson family, work part–time to pay for Owen’s tuition, and tutor me. Yet she still ranked first in her grade every year and won scholarships”
Tumer had already looked into Camila’s past and knew how hard her life had been. But hearing Lucy sob as she relived it made his heart ache all over again.
Lucy, please… crying won’t change anything. Everything will be fine,” he said softly, his voice tinged with worry.
Lucy shook her head, her tears falling
falling faster. “No, they won’t. Camila is disabled now. She’ll never be okay again.
“That’s why I’m going to make everyone who hurt her pay a hundredfold, a thousandfold. Camila is too kind–she couldn’t bring herself to do it. But I can. If the law won’t punish them, I will. I’ll make sure they suffer and never have peace.”
Turner frowned. Lucy’s actions had already crossed the line into breaking the law. If caught, she’d be looking at jail time.
Lucy, you’re drunk. Stop drinking,” he said, snatching the bottle from her hands.
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“Give it back!” Lucy snapped, her voice sharp and unsteady. “I don’t need you to tell me what to do.”
Turner took a deep breath, keeping his patience. “Come on, Lucy, Stop this and go get some sleep.”
But Lucy was too far gone, the alcohol clouding her judgment. She didn’t even register his words.
She grabbed Turner by the collar, her alcohol–laden breath hitting him square in the face. “Who do you think you are? I don’t even know your name. What gives you the right to boss me around?”
Turner met her gaze, his expression steady and serious. He spoke slowly and deliberately, “My name is Turner Howell. Remember it.”
“Tuna…” Lacy mumbled, her eyes narrowing in confusion as she repeated the name, her tone tinged with disbelief.
“Why Tima? That’s a weird name. I don’t like uma,” she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain.
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