She Killed My Ex

Chapter 58 Dull Pain

Chapter 58 Dull Pain

Bentley touched the scar with his long fingers.

The scar was uneven under his finger pulps.

When he just touched the scar, his fingertips seemed to be scalded.

"Bentley, tell me how could you torture such a complete body?" The phone hadn't hung up yet, and Anderson quipped seriously.

Bentley seemed not to be listening to Anderson's words. His thumb carefully rubbed the rough scar. Suddenly, he made a strange move, that is, his whole palm covered on the scar.

Looking at his hand seriously, he didn't know what he was doing.

On the other end of the phone, Anderson didn't hear Bentley's voice. It was as quiet as the caller forgot to hang up the phone.

However, Anderson didn't take the initiative to ring off. He picked up a cigarette from the bedside and lit it, tasting nicotine carefully. At this time, Bentley suddenly said inexplicably, "It is longer than my palm."

"What?" Anderson paused for three seconds, and then he reacted. "You mean the scar on her waist?" After all, they had been good friends for many years, so that he could guess the meaning of Bentley's words.

"Longer than your palm?" Anderson took a drag on the cigarette and exhaled the smoke.

"It can be judged that the doctor who performed the operation was unqualified.

Well, let me put it this way. When I was studying medicine at university, I performed the operation to remove kidney on the cadaver taken from formalin in experiment class. The incision was shorter than the scar. "

"What does that mean?"

"This means, it's probably, no, it's for sure that the person who performed the operation didn't even have a medical license. Do you understand what I mean?"

There were a group of people without a medical license.

"Take a picture of her scar." Anderson said.

Bentley hesitated for a moment, but Anderson added, "If I look at her scar, I can tell you more real and hidden things that you don't know. Do you want to know?"

Anderson exhaled a smoke. "If you want to know, take a picture and send it to me." Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

To tell the truth, he didn't think he could convince Bentley. Bentley was aloof and cold. At least he had never seen Bentley made a concession. He only knew Bentley treated Winnie differently.

In fact, Anderson didn't think Bentley cared about Winnie. At most, Winnie was on Bentley's side.

Even so, Anderson also didn't think it was Bentley's fault. It was hard for them to really care about a woman. Putting a woman into their own circles was already a kind of recognition.

Anderson didn't expect that Bentley would take a picture and send it to him, but when he was ready to change the topic, to his surprise, Bentley suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Anderson was stunned with the cigarette in his hand falling down and scalding the other arm on his thigh, which made him gasp.

"Wait, what did you say?"

As soon as he asked, a message reminding suddenly sounded in his phone. Did Bentley really take a photo and send it to him?

Anderson hurriedly reached out to click the picture. It was really a ferocious scar, and no other things could be seen.

Looking at the picture, Anderson suddenly perceived a strange feeling. Why did he feel that Bentley was reluctant to show him Caroline's bare skin?

After he carefully observed the high-definition picture for a while, he was more certain of this feeling.

"Have you seen it clearly?" Suddenly, Bentley asked unhappily. Anderson coughed and quickly said, "Yes."

"What do you see?"

"It must be an unqualified doctor who removed her kidney. Her wound was stitched at least three times, and it was crooked. In order to save money, they didn't let a doctor with a medical license to perform the operation. I doubt whether they gave Caroline anesthetic."

Bentley's jawbone moved. Anderson's words reminded him of a dark scene. A struggling woman was pressed on the operating table. His heart contracted violently!

"Who the hell did it?"

"Who did it? You have guessed it in your heart." Anderson bluntly interrupted Bentley. "You can't blame them. Don't you know that your attitude towards Caroline and your willingness have determined her situation in the past three years?"

Anderson deliberately provoked Bentley. "Let me remind you. The scar you saw today may be just the tip of the iceberg in Caroline's three-year imprisonment.

When she was Ms. Jameson, you didn't know what she had gone through. Accordingly, when she was incarcerated in such a dark place, you didn't know what she had experienced and how she lived in the past three years. "

After finishing speaking, Anderson was stunned. Suddenly, he could understand why Caroline who was confident and flamboyant at the beginning had become so timid.

He had said he was disappointed at Caroline and blamed her for why she had changed. Now thinking of his words, he knew he was looking on with cold eyes and actually didn't know the difficulties in her way.

He shook his head. "When I examined her before, she was quite good. I don't know why did she faint again.

But I think you should take her to the hospital now. Not to mention her bad health, even a healthy person can't stand drowning, fever and fainting one after another.

Take her to the hospital for treatment so that she can recuperate."

"OK, I'll drive her to the hospital now."

Anderson nodded. "I'll go to the hospital as well."

Bentley hung up the phone.

He stood by the bed and looked at the woman on the bed, and his mind still echoed with Anderson's words. "Don't you know that your attitude towards Caroline and your willingness have determined her situation in the past three years?"

He knew it well. Anderson was right.

However, he didn't expect that he would see such an ugly and ferocious scar on her body one day. He wanted to kill the person who took out her kidney.

Ignoring his scattered thoughts, Bentley bent down to sort out the clothes of Caroline. He turned around and took a wide woolen coat from the wardrobe, and wrapped her tightly. At that time, it was suddenly discovered that Caroline who looked a little bloated was actually so emaciated.

He bent down and held her in his arms. When Caroline was awake, he always carried her on his shoulder. Only when she was ignorant could she be held in his arms.

After a while, the elevator arrived at the first floor and the door opened.

Holding a petite woman in his arms, the handsome and tall man walked through the luxurious lobby of Royal Club with his long legs and stepped out of the gate under the eyes of curiosity, peeping, envy or jealousy.