In her dream, she saw her sister walking towards her gracefully in a white dress. Sherry wanted to greet her with a smile, but the latter looked at her with a cold face. "Don't forget who killed me and ruined you. I want you to kill that man yourself."

"Sister!" Startled, Sherry looked at her sister and slowly reached out her hand.

"Clap!" Her sister slapped her hand off.

"Kill Elmore."

Sister's voice was humming in Sherry's mind. The cold water completely drowned her. She had no breath. She was so depressed that she could not breathe at all.

She felt ache in her head. Sherry woke up from the nightmare and the reality was much warmer than the dream. She was accompanied by Elmore all night.

She tried to raise her head and suddenly saw her sister standing behind Elmore. She shook her head, and her sister's figure disappeared. Three years ago, she lived in a sanatorium because of paranoia. As a result, her parents adopted another child.

She had never been cured before. Even though the doctor had given her the medicine, she purposely dumped it because she didn't want to cure this kind of disease. She hoped that she could see her sister, her sister, all the time, live happily with them.

But now, she didn't want to see her sister. She was afraid of her sister's reproachful and disappointed eyes.

"Would you like some water?" The voice of Elmore sounded above her head, which brought Sherry back to reality. She replied with a dry mouth and a dry tongue, "Yeah."

Elmore hurriedly poured a glass of water for her, and when the seat next to her was empty, Sherry's felt upset. She rubbed her aching head and closed her eyes in pain.

Elmore returned to the bed with a glass of water soon. He held her up carefully, moved the glass to her lips, and served her with the water carefully. Sherry felt weak, and leaned on him softly.

She has always been in poor health, and suffering from the torment of Elmore day and day, no wonder she is not sick.

"You deserve it. You don't even bother to cover yourself up with a quilt." Before she could blame him, Elmore said.

Sherry didn't even have the strength to give him a stare. The man's denial of responsibility was getting better and better.

Seeing that Sherry was about to struggle, Elmore hurriedly said, "don't move."

She knew that Elmore was so nice to her and always followed her wishes because she looked like his old lover and he thought of her as a substitute. He was her sworn enemy. There was no bond between them.

Although her brain was still in a state of chaos, she understood this, so She couldn't fall in love with him. Never.

During her illness, Elmore was with her. In one day, she had heard Elmore make several phone calls rudely, and each time he called, Sherry was startled.

But when facing her, he smiled like a flower and his tone was gentle Sherry was a little shocked by his mood swings. Elmore did not know his strange behavior at all. He frowned in confusion as he saw her expression.

Perhaps people were all dependent on others when they

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

with fear. She went to open the drawer of Elmore's drawer. There was no pistol in it, and he had taken it away. She saw a vase in the corner. She immediately walked over, picked up a big vase and stared at the door.

Once bitten, twice shy. She was afraid of Ryan.

Finally, the door was opened, and Mrs. Wu came in, not the man downstairs. Mrs. Wu looked at Sherry strangely. Sherry breathed a sigh of relief. She was so relieved that her legs went limp that she almost fell down to the ground.

"Miss Xia, please put the vase down." Mrs. Wu rushed over and took away the vase from Sherry's hand. The poor girl stumbled backward a few steps, her forehead oozing a thin layer of sweat.

Hearing that, Sherry turned her head and looked out of the window. The man was no longer under the window, which made her wonder if it was her illusion or reality?

Normally, a normal person would suffer from a serious illness after staying in a closed space for a long time, let alone Sherry.

"Get out!" Irritably, Sherry shouted at Mrs. Wu. Mrs. Wu was surprised again. When she saw the expression in Sherry's eyes, she hastily went away. Mrs. Wu looked at her the same as they did four years ago.

scared with pity

Maybe she was pressured by the figures in the yard, or she couldn't breathe under the pressure of the air in the villa. Her head hurt so much that she couldn't even focus on drawing.

Standing in front of the easel, she drew on the paper one stroke after another with her trembling hands. She was painting randomly.

But she could clearly see the outline of Elmore on the paper. Her eyes were dull, and the outline of her sister suddenly appeared on the paper. The next second, the outline of Ryan flashed in front of her eyes.

The picture seemed to be playing an old film, and the scenes flashed through her eyes disjointedly.

She had a splitting headache. The tip of the brush was trembling on the sketch paper. Her lips were pale, and the cold sweat on her forehead made her desperate. She had nowhere to escape.