Chapter 109 - Psychological threat (2/2)

General Yun sat on the sofa in the study room with a murderous expression as a sturdy man at the side whipped a young girl. She had her mouth closed with tape and could only cry with muffled voices. She looked like a high school student in her mid teens. Her mother knelt at General Yun's feet begging him to let off her daughter.

From their conversation, Wan Jia found out that the woman was General Yun's mistress, but she had a child with another man.

Wan Jia had stood on the same spot for too long so she shifted her body. The devil really seemed to have a grudge against her. She accidentally knocked her knee on the door, startling the people inside.

When the man found out that she was peering through the door, he pulled her into the room, throwing her onto the floor. Wan Jia felt her heart leave her body as she subconciously protected her belly. Luckily he did not use too much force, or else the unborn Little Jia would have been lost on that night.

She had thought that the maniac Yun would kill her...but he did not. He roared at her ”Why are you peering? What do you want to see? Since you want to watch so much, sit here and watch!”

Then he ordered the man beside him to finish off the mother and daughter.

Wan Jia watched with her own shocked eyes as the man cut into the flesh of the young girl, cutting her veins and letting her bleed out to death amidst her mother's wails, then the mother was also murdered in an identical way.

”What did you see?” he asked Wan Jia when the two bodies were carried out of his study.

Wan Jia knew her life hung on a thin thread. She could only pretend to be unbothered. ”That woman betrayed you, so you punished her. Who dares to cheat on my dad? You should have used more torturous ways.”

That was the worst, most hurtful thing that had ever come out of her mouth. She remembered hating herself for that one statement and feeling guilty for years.

Psychological torture. It was way worse than a physical threat.

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If Lin Lihua had not already been told that that man was evil, perhaps she would believe it when Wan Jia said 'her friend W' was not hurt.

She just knew the situation too well. The fact that her little sister was still alive meant she had been hurt at least several times.

But she played along. ”It's hard to say if your friend was not hurt. Are you sure? She may have been too scared to tell you everything.”

How could she not have noticed Wan Jia's lost look?

Wan Jia was still unwilling to share that experience with anyone, even with a pseudonym identity. ”Why don't we talk about both scenarios then?”