Throw Away

Early in the morning, at the entrance of the prison gates.

"Jessica Taylor, after leaving this place, live well and I hope you never come back, let alone look back," said the prison guard close to her ear, low volume.

Then, with a bang, the prison gate closed, and smoke and dust rose from the ground, completely cutting off Jessica's five-year nightmare.

The piercing cold wind blew, but Jessica still wore the same white T-shirt and blue jeans she had on when she was imprisoned. She stared blankly at the outside world, feeling nothing despite the cold.

It had only been five short years since she was imprisoned, but the world had been changing so rapidly that it had become almost unrecognizable to her. How could she live well in this unfamiliar world?

Moreover, she didn't even have a place to take a shower then.

She was so cold that her lips turned pale. Should she go back to that place?

But that place would never accept her again.

Yet, she was still that person's wife, wasn't she?

Even though on the day she was imprisoned, they had forcibly signed a divorce agreement.

Before she could think it through, she found herself dazedly standing in front of a place, the Davis family's villa!

Jessica had not thought of continuing to live there, but her belongings from five years ago were still there, and she just came to take them away. It should not cause that man to be angry again, just such a small request.

Standing outside the villa, before she could press the doorbell, a former servant recognized her and asked, "Oh my, isn't this Mrs. Davis? Why are you standing outside in such cold weather?"

"Mrs. Davis? Mr. Davis divorced her five years ago," exclaimed another servant. "She's the one who killed Mr. Davis' mother. How could Mr. Davis let such a wicked woman continue to be our mistress?"

"What? She killed Mr. Davis' mother? Wasn't it said that she was hit by a car?" asked the first servant.

"She drove the car to hit her," replied the second servant. "She should have been sentenced to death, but the Taylor family is powerful and has only one daughter. I don't know what kind of methods they used behind the scenes, but they actually reduced her sentence to five years. In my opinion, a villain like her should die tens of thousands of times."

The third servant clicked their tongue and said, "Anyway, she sat in jail for five years. You know, prison is a place where they don't spare anyone. The young master also hates her to the bone. This kind of torment may be more unbearable than dying tens of thousands of times. Stay away from such a person, or you'll get bad luck."

Various sarcastic and cutting words pierced through Jessica's eardrums like a sharp knife. Although she should have been numb long ago, when she heard the phrase "Mr. Davis hates her to the bone," her heart couldn't help but tremble fiercely.

Jessica felt heartbroken to the point of suffocation. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, the door of the villa suddenly opened. Two bodyguards rushed out first, followed by a man who was handsome as a Greek god.

He was holding a phone in his slender hand, his handsome face filled with anxiety that was inconsistent with his usual demeanor.

But in an instant, he looked up and his gaze met Jessica's.

William Davis! At this point, Jessica's heart was still trembling for this name. But unlike five years ago, she no longer had the teenage infatuation she once had. She dared not let herself become infatuated anymore.

She was no longer the girl who followed him around every day, and he was no longer the indifferent boy who walked past her every day with a school bag on his back. They were separated by a loss of life between them.

His mother's life!

He hated her to the bone and wanted to crush her into dust.

As expected, when William saw Jessica, his knuckles seemed to explode with intense hatred. He couldn't help but throw his phone at her and coldly shouted to the bodyguards, "Did I employ you people to have a party? Get rid of this filthy thing!"

Afterwards, he quickly got into his car, as if even looking at Jessica would dirty his eyes.

Jessica's face turned pale without a trace of blood. Her strength seemed to have been drained, and the next second, the bodyguards had already rushed over and threw her out of the villa.

"William --"Jessica couldn't help but whisper, but what she didn't expect was that her almost inaudible voice caused the luxury car, which had already driven away, to start backing up.

"Get her onto the car for me!" commanded William, who somehow changed his mind. Despite his icy disdain and hatred towards Jessica, he opened the car door and instructed the bodyguards. "Now!"

Villains live for a thousand years

Before Jessica could react, she was already lifted onto the car by the bodyguards.

The car sped all the way to the hospital and stopped at the entrance.

Jessica was escorted by the bodyguards all the way to the operating room, where William pushed her coldly towards the doctor and said, "Here's the RH negative blood you need. Take as much as you want, even if it means draining her to death. But if Ms. Hughes has any mishap, the entire hospital will be buried with her!"

After saying that, William wiped his fingertips with a handkerchief, as if disgusted by just touching Jessica's body. His expression was icy and hostile.

Whoosh! It was like a bucket of cold water was poured over the head, Jessica trembled as she looked at the man she had loved with all her heart and soul during the best years of her youth. Her whole body turned cold.

She was still so foolish. Just moments ago, she thought that after five years, he might not hate her as much, and perhaps they could sit down and talk things through.

Now she realized that it was all wishful thinking.

How could he not hate her? That's the vengeance for his mother's murder. He hated her so much that he personally sent her to prison and made her five years of hell in jail with just a word.

Furthermore, who in New York City didn't know that William Davis and Mia Hughes grew up together? If she hadn't interfered back then, maybe he would have long been together with his beloved woman, spending their time intimately.

"Extracting her blood to save Mia" was indeed something he could say.

"Mr. Davis, Ms. Hughes has been severely injured in a car accident and requires a large amount of blood," said the doctor with hesitation as he examined the pale-faced Jessica up and down."However, this lady's body seems to be --"

This woman appeared out of nowhere, dressed so lightly on such a cold day, and was so excessively thin that even a gust of wind could make her fall over. As a doctor, he really couldn't bring himself to do it.

"It's okay," Jessica interrupted softly, "saving a life is more important. Just take mine, my physical condition is good, I will be totally fine."

William, who was standing by, was slightly stunned upon hearing this.

After five years, she seemed to have changed completely.

William expected that Jessica, who used to be so unrestrained, would have a strong reaction when he came to draw her blood. Even if she caused a scene and turned the hospital upside down, he would not be surprised.

But he never expected her to say that.

Why? Was it because she felt guilty for killing his mother? Or was this another new trick she came up with to play hard to get?

"Good people don't live long, and villains live for a thousand years. A woman like you, even if you have all your blood drained, you won't die, so why bother pretending to be a saint?" William lightly spoke, each word like a sharp blade that was incredibly hurtful.

Jessica's body suddenly trembled, as if she wanted to say something in defense, but ultimately couldn't say anything at all.

Let him hate her, then.

She remained silent, thinking about the love of the past ten years, and let out a slow breath.

In the end, despite the doctor's objections, Jessica truly followed William's words and gave 17fl oz of her blood to Mia.

However, due to her weakened state, she fainted shortly after leaving the hospital.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying in a hospital bed, with an IV in her right hand and the strong smell of disinfectant in the air.

Her whole body felt like it had been disassembled, and even moving slightly caused her to wince in pain.

"Are you awake?" The hospital room door suddenly pushed open, and a voice came from the doorway. Jessica thought it was a nurse, and instinctively looked up, her pained expression freezing on her face in an instant.

Burned Intentionally

The person who came turned out to be William's sister, Emily Davis.

"After losing so much blood, I thought you wouldn't wake up," Emily's tone was sharp, holding a bowl of hot soup as she walked towards her. "Well, that's just disappointing."

Emily continued saying, "I should also be grateful for saving my sister-in-law's life. Ms. Taylor has been in jail for five years and has been kicked out of the Taylor family. I bet you haven't had anything good to eat. Here, have this bowl of ginseng chicken soup to nourish your body."

"Sister-in-law --" Jessica unconsciously muttered.

"Of course, sister-in-law refers to Mia Hughes, don't you think I'm referring to you?" Emily sneered and looked at her with disdain. "When the Davis Group was in financial crisis, if it wasn't for you to propose that my brother marry you before investing, it would have been Mia who married him. Now that my brother's three-year mourning period for his mother has passed, the next step is to marry Mia."

"Their wedding is scheduled for next month. Since you're out of prison now, do you have any free time to attend?" said Emily, taking step by step towards Jessica. Her original intention was to hand over the bowl of ginseng chicken soup, but suddenly, she paused and raised her hand high, pouring the entire bowl of hot soup onto Jessica's body.

"Ah --" Jessica cried out in pain as scalding hot soup seared into her skin, instantly soaking a large area of her hospital robe. Her back burned with the intense heat.

"Does it hurt?" Emily looked at her in pain and laughed, slowly approaching her with full hatred in her eyes. "Taylor, you know, I've wanted to do this for a long time! Do you think you're still the high and mighty miss of the Taylor Group? Do you think you still have the ability to cripple my fiancé? Or dig up my mother's grave and hit her again? Without the protection of the Taylor Group, you're just trash. I can squash you like a bug if I want.You caused me agony, and I will make you pay for it a thousand and ten thousand times over!

Jessica was splashed and hurt so much that she couldn't bear it, breathing heavily again and again.

She should have known better. She once had someone break Emily's fiancé's legs, and Emily had been holding a grudge ever since. How could she have thought that Emily would be so kind as to bring her chicken soup to make her feel better while she was hospitalized?

But if Jessica had to admit that she was wrong to force William to marry her by using the survival of the Davis Group as leverage, and there was no way to explain her involvement in the death of William's mother.

But Jessica had forgotten how many times she had explained that Emily's fiancé had been crippled by people she sent because there was a reason for it.

"Ms. Davis, you don't have to hate me. The reason I sent someone to beat him up was only because --" Jessica explained again.

"Because what?" Emily's voice suddenly became sharp. "Are you going to say that you had him beaten up because he was a scumbag who betrayed me? Taylor, how long are you going to keep telling these easily debunked lies? You killed my mother, ruined my brother's and my happiness. As a woman with such a venomous heart, how do you even have the audacity to keep living in this world? So many people die every single day, yet here you are, still breathing."

Emily became more and more agitated as she spoke, and she picked up the soup bowl in her hand, ready to smash it on Jessica's head. Jessica knew she couldn't dodge it in time, so she had to put her hand up to block it.

But to Jessica's surprise, the soup bowl shattered on the ground with a loud noise, yet she didn't feel any pain at all.

Jessica lowered her arm that had blocked her forehead, but was shocked by what she saw. Emily was standing in front of her with blood on her forehead, and the next second, William pushed the door open and walked in.