Chapter 111

Andrew Lucas stared at the DSLR camera on the floor, his fingertips trembling slightly.

As he bent to pick it up, the screen was still illuminated.

A graphic photo assaulted his vision without warning.

Susan Thompson curled in the corner, watching the veins bulge suddenly on Andrew's forehead, her heart clenched by an invisible fist.

She knew exactly how vile those photos were.

Even after enduring countless insults of being "dirty," she still feared seeing disgust in his eyes.

But then she remembered—the Andrew who once cherished her was long dead.

The man before her now was a stranger.

Susan wanted to leave, but the pain immobilized her.

She could only close her eyes and brace for the coming storm.

Andrew glared at the photo.

He recognized those men instantly.

The murderers of Bella Quinn.

How could Susan, who cared so deeply for Bella, willingly take such photos?

The truth was obvious.

His heart felt slashed by a blade, but the thought of her throwing herself at Vincent King transformed the pain into raging fury.

Crash!

The DSLR shattered against the floor.

"Susan, do you love Vincent that much?!" His voice was glacial.

Too exhausted to explain, Susan remained silent.

Her silence ignited Andrew's wrath.

He ground the camera fragments under his heel, his expression terrifying.

"Imagine how disappointed Ethan would be if he saw you like this."

Susan's eyes flew open.

"You don't get to mention him!"

"Andrew, who I love is none of your business!"

"Stay out of my life from now on!" Her voice was hoarse. "You think I'm dirty? To me, you're worse!"

Andrew suddenly smirked.

He picked up the intact memory card, twirling it between his fingers.

"Wonder what Ethan would think seeing these?"

Susan's face drained of color.

She scrambled up, lunging for the card—

And missed.

"Give it back!"

Andrew had no intention of leaking the photos.

The mere thought of those men seeing her made him homicidal.

But her panic for someone else was unbearable.

"Afraid your innocent act will crumble?" He sneered. "Yet you seemed to enjoy it in the photos."

"You—" Susan trembled violently, shoving him. "Try being raped yourself! See if you'd enjoy it!"

Andrew froze.

Her defiance mirrored the girl from four years ago.

Seizing his hesitation, Susan staggered toward the door.

"Show them to whoever you want!"

"I'm done with your threats!"

Just as she reached the exit, a powerful arm slammed her against the door.

Andrew's eyes churned with a terrifying tempest.

"Susan, you're not escaping."