CHAPTER 320: CHAPTER 320: SHE HAS ALREADY BEEN CAST INTO HELL

Samantha Sullivan’s face was deathly pale. When she turned her head and saw her, her eyes reddened, and she suddenly burst into tears.

Eleanor Hollis then noticed that the room was in disarray, even the bed was messy. A trace of unease flickered in her heart, but she still pressed it down.

"What happened? Why is the room so chaotic? What exactly happened?"

Samantha held her tightly without speaking; her voice was already hoarse, beyond expressing anything.

Suddenly, the bathroom door in the room was opened by someone, and a man walked out.

Eleanor’s eyes slowly widened. How could there be a man in Samantha’s room?

That man also seemed startled to see someone else there and hurriedly grabbed his clothes and put them on.

"Samantha, I’ll head out first."

The man didn’t look particularly good but passable, looking about thirty, his whole body scrawny.

Eleanor felt shocked and then furious in her heart.

She abruptly grabbed Samantha’s wrist, and sure enough, she saw marks of binding on her wrist.

"What... what did your parents do to you..."

Eleanor’s voice was trembling, and thinking of that possibility, her eyes reddened too.

Samantha said nothing, still staring blankly outside, her whole being exuding an aura called despair.

The bed was messy, and there was another man in the room. Eleanor couldn’t help but overthink.

"It’s just what you saw."

Samantha’s voice was hoarse as she suddenly spoke faintly.

"My parents were afraid I’d still think of Evan Yancy, so they tied me up and handed me over to that man. It’s been three days now, Eleanor. Have you ever seen this before? Letting someone ruin their own daughter."

A piercing pain suddenly shot through Eleanor’s heart, her mind going blank.

Even though Samantha spoke in a very calm tone, imagining her being tied up in the room while her parents eavesdropped outside, what kind of despair was that?

She felt her rationality slowly crumbling; she wished she could take a knife and deal with those two vile people right now!

How could parents be like this! What did Samantha do wrong? She clearly did nothing...

"Eleanor, don’t tell Evan."

Samantha suddenly trembled, saying as tears slowly streamed down again.

"Don’t tell him, I’m begging you..."

Eleanor held her, suddenly at a loss for words. She thought her own parents were bad enough; she never expected there were beastly parents like this in the world.

"Samantha, what do you plan to do? Do you really want to marry that man? You don’t like him at all."

Samantha’s body was cold and limp. Through the collar, all the marks on her body were visible, showing what she had gone through these few days.

"Do you think I can still be with Evan? Even if he doesn’t mind, I would mind myself, I’d despise myself. Every time that man breathes and calls my name, I feel like I’ve died once again, Eleanor. I’ve already been cast into hell, I won’t be with Evan again."

Her eyes suddenly became dry, not a tear could fall.

Her tears seemed to have dried up these past few days.

Eleanor sat there, looking at Samantha, suddenly feeling she might never see her smile again.

The former Samantha was carefree, free, flirting with one man after another, always playing a cat-and-mouse game with Evan.

Back then, she was full of vitality, completely different from the lifeless person now.

She didn’t know what to say, faced with such a situation, if it were her, what would she do?

The two fell into silence, and a distinct scent lingered in the room, a scent that every adult would understand.

Eleanor slowly closed her eyes, holding her tightly.

"Your parents have already treated you like this, do you still care about them? Samantha, a person should live for themselves. You’ve already become their tool for revenge. They’re using you to retaliate against Evan. Haven’t you realized? What’s happened between you and that man will soon reach Evan. Even if I don’t tell him, they will."

Samantha’s whole body tensed, her eyes slowly lowering, her mouth twitching slightly.

"I can’t face Evan anymore."

Even if there were a chance, she wouldn’t be with Evan.

"Samantha, Evan wouldn’t despise you. He loves who you are, not your body."

Samantha suddenly stared at her intently, slowly pushing her away.

"Eleanor, the last time you almost had a thing with Nathaniel Quinn, didn’t you just walk away? Even though we all know they love us as a person, women are just so sensitive, and you were right. My parents will indeed tell Evan about this. They’ve already videotaped my situation these past few days. Most likely, by now, the video has already been sent to Evan’s desk. They’ve truly made me a tool for vengeance, but what can I do? Ever since my brother became a vegetable, my parents have completely changed."

Samantha’s voice was as hoarse as a blood-crying cuckoo, and hearing her say this, Eleanor was momentarily at a loss for how to respond.

Mom and Dad Sullivan filmed these past few days on video? And wanted to send it to Evan?

She wanted to laugh but couldn’t, overwhelmed by a thick sadness.

Faced with such parents, who wouldn’t feel sorrow?

She slowly stood up, suddenly closing her eyes.

"And what about you? Do you truly intend to marry that man? Even if you don’t love him, you’ll marry him?"

Samantha said nothing, just quietly hugging her knees. If Eleanor didn’t know she was still alive, she would’ve thought she was looking at a corpse.

"Do I have any other choice?"

Her gaze was hollow, staring blankly outside.

"I’ll get Hugo Quinn to help you. As long as you want to leave, we can send you anywhere, Samantha, please pull yourself together. I’m begging you, I don’t want to see you like this..."

Eleanor sighed as she spoke, finally unable to hold back her emotions.

Samantha gave a faint, sorrowful smile. She could escape this place, but no matter how far she ran, what happened these three days would forever be a nightmare in her heart. As soon as she closed her eyes, she’d fall into that nightmare.

Just as she was about to speak, suddenly there was a loud noise outside, as if something had collapsed terribly.

Eleanor quickly went to the window and saw Evan getting out of a car, her pupils shrank fiercely. It seemed Evan had already seen the video.

Any man seeing such a thing would collapse.

Evan had come knocking, no longer courteous to Mom and Dad Sullivan, even crashing his car into the Sullivan Family gate. He held someone in his hand, his whole demeanor intense and dark.

Mom and Dad Sullivan were taken aback, seeing their son in his grasp, they trembled inside.