Luciana clutched his arm with an iron grip and implored, “Absolutely not! If you were to die, I wouldn't be able to go on living either.”

Boom! Mitchel's body swayed briefly and then collapsed to the floor.

Luciana's eyes widened in panic, and she cried out, “Doctor! Somebody call a doctor!"

The room erupted into chaos.

In the basement, Jamie had been confined here for two weeks.

Throughout this time, the villa's staff would come down and toss food and water to her as if feeding a dog. Furthermore, no one had sought medical attention for her. It appeared that they intentionally allowed her injuries to worsen.

The large scars itched and throbbed, leading Jamie to inadvertently scratch at them. As a consequence, her wounds were extended. With heavy humidity yet without proper medical treatment, Jamie's wounds had rotten. Due to the darkness in this basement, Jamie couldn't quite make out things.

On one fateful day, the door was opened again.

Jamie heard the heavy footsteps in leather shoes approaching, drawing nearer and nearer. She saw a glimmer of hope and crawled toward the sound, “Jarrod... Jarrod, is that you?"

Eventually, the footsteps of the leather shoes stopped right in front of her.

"You're right. It's me."

Jarrod's voice sounded unusually hoarse. It was as if this was his first time to speak after many days.

At Jarrod's voice, Jamie cried out loud. "They didn't give me anything to treat my injuries. I'm so uncomfortable. I feel Like it's getting worse. It really hurts! I know I did something wrong. But please, send a doctor to treat me. It really hurts so much. I can't take it anymore. I'd rather die than stay here."

If only Jamie knew that the injuries on her upper body had already rotted. Even if a doctor came and treated her, it wouldn't make any difference. Besides, she would only suffer because the procedure was very painful. It was already impossible to restore her original appearance. Worse was she would probably have a_ horrifying disfigurement.

At this moment, Jarrod didn't even want to look at Jamie.

"Is it more unbearable than death?" Jarrod asked indifferently.

Jamie nodded repeatedly. "Yes! Yes, it's more painful than death!"

The wounds made her feel like thousands of ants crawled all over her body. It was itchy and painful at the same time. Such a feeling really drove her nuts.

Sometimes, she wanted to hit her head on the wall, wishing she would be knocked unconscious.

But she didn't want to die. She had received a lot of money from Jarrod and hadn't yet experienced the Luxury it could bring. How could she be willing to throw it all away?