Chapter 5

Lillian hung her head low, and tears silently streamed down her cheeks.

The figures standing in front of her soon left.

She waited quietly. Soon, she heard a flurry of footsteps approaching.

Soon, Liam's familiar, urgent voice reached her ears. "Lillian, I'm late!"

Liam rushed to her and quickly untied the ropes from her hands and feet.

Lillian pulled off the thing covering her face and discovered it was a pair of black pantyhose.

The white stain on them was both derisive and challenging to her.

She looked up at Liam.

He saw her red and swollen face and was a little guilty. He avoided her gaze and pulled her in his arms tightly. "I'm so sorry, Lillian. It's all my fault for being late and getting you hurt. It must be done by those rival companies. Don't worry. I won't let them get away with it. I will let those who hurt my wife pay the price."

His voice was filled with hatred, but Lillian only felt chill.

For the first time, she realized her husband, whom she had loved for so many years, was so good at acting.

The scent of Lindsay's perfume on him made Lillian almost retch.

She broke free from Liam's embrace and asked calmly, "Would you really... make those who hurt me pay the price?"

Liam turned sharply to Lillian. He sensed an underlying meaning in her words.

He felt an inexplicable unease. "Of... of course."

Lillian smiled slowly, and her smile was tinged with coldness.

"Oh, Liam, don't you know that you will stutter when you're nervous and lying?" she said inwardly.

But it didn't matter. If she couldn't rely on him, she could rely on herself.

She would make those who hurt her pay the price.

Liam noticed something was off with her expression. He instinctively held her hand and swore, saying, "Lillian, I know you're still upset about Lindsay and me, but trust me. Lindsay was just a fling. Once I get tired of her, I'll send her away." You're my wife. I only love you. You're the most important to me."

Lillian once believed his words, but she had been slapped over twenty times by Lindsay.

Liam claimed to love her, but he had just stood by and coldly watched as Lindsay humiliated Lillian.

Liam carefully carried Lillian and drove her to the hospital.

Lindsay had used considerable force to slap Lillian, and the former's sharp nails had left bloody marks on Lillian's face. Even her eardrum was injured and bled.

Lillian remained silent when the doctor examined and treated her.

Liam stayed with her closely. When the doctor mentioned her hearing might be affected, a flicker of regret crossed his eyes.

Lillian was then sent to a hospital room for observation.

She didn't want to see Liam, so she quietly lay on the hospital bed and closed her eyes to feign sleep.

Liam stayed in the room for a while until his phone rang.

He saw Lillian's eyes closed and hastily answered.

The room was quiet, and Lillian heard Lindsay's playfully flirtatious voice through the phone. "Mr. Anderson, where are you? My hand hurts, and I want you to be with me."

Liam chuckled softly, talked in a lower voice, and walked out. "I'm at the hospital. Come over."

He glanced at Lillian on the bed. After he confirmed that she was "asleep," he left the room.

As soon as the door closed, Lillian opened her eyes.

She got up and followed Liam.

Lindsay had already been outside the hospital. After Liam allowed her to go to the hospital, she quickly found her way in.

Liam pulled her in his arms and took her to a quiet corridor in the inpatient section.

Lindsay clung to him tightly and pouted playfully. "My hand hurts. Only a kiss can make it better."

Liam followed her words, kissed her palm, and then gently chided her. "You slapped her too hard. Her hearing almost got damaged."

Lindsay snorted, "Are you feeling sorry for her? Are you going to slap me for her? I knew it. You don't truly love me."

Liam pinched her nose and said in a doting tone, "Don't play coy. I only played along with you to vent your anger. Lillian's still hospitalized. Don't you know who I truly care about?"

Lindsay giggled, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his cheek. "You're the best, honey."

Her soft body brushed against his sensitive part, and he was turned on.

He gripped her waist and put her on the window ledge. He said in a husky voice, "But you hurt Lillian. As her husband, I can't let you off easily. Naturally, I have to punish you."

With that, he lowered his head and swallowed her surprised voice.

Soon, her seductive voice, mixed with the sound of having sex, echoed through the corridor. It was reminiscent of slaps echoing in the air.

Lillian stood at the stairwell corner and witnessed the absurd scene. She slowly pressed on her phone to stop recording.

She couldn't watch them any longer. She turned back to her room and vomited into a trash can until her stomach was empty.