Then he wrote Vincent's name on the ice wall stroke by stroke.
Next, it's Scarlett.
Then there are the group of rich second-generations behind Vincent.
Bloody signatures were imprinted on the ice wall.
When I have written all over the ice wall, I will move.
Every time he moved, a few drops of eye-catching red were left under his feet.
If you look closely, you will find that my pants are stained with blood.
The blood did not come from the wound on his forehead, but from between his legs.
Vincent looked at the bloody words on the ice wall and felt shocked at first, then felt ashamed and angry at having his authority challenged.
He punched the air in front of him and yelled at me in frustration, "Eleanor, what do you mean by this?"
My lips trembled, and a sinister arc rose up: "Curse—If I live, you will die. If I die, you and your descendants will die together."
After saying that, I wrote this sentence with trembling fingers.
The handwriting was distorted because his arms were frozen, but every stroke contained hatred.
Vincent shuddered, and suddenly realized: What I wrote was a suicide note!
But this suicide note is a bit scary!
He suddenly remembered his father Walter's solemn warning -
"It is an honor and a blessing for our Foster family to marry Eleanor. You must never let Eleanor down, let alone bully her."
He suddenly remembered that the first time Walter hit him was because he was bored with and felt irresponsible about marriage.
He suddenly remembered the phone call I made - the firm tone in which I asked his father to come and see him for the last time.
"Vincent, why don't you just let your sister-in-law out? She's so scary when she's pretending to be crazy!"
Scarlett spoke at the right time, and simply pretending to be crazy dispelled all Vincent's doubts.
Vincent stared at me, his face dark as water could drip out of it. "I was wondering why you suddenly became so abnormal. Turns out you were just pretending to be crazy."
"You still have the energy to resort to such despicable tactics. It seems the punishment isn't severe enough!"
"If you want to act, then act. I'll accompany you and see how long you can act!"
A pale smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and I looked at Vincent with hatred.
His lips opened and closed, spitting out his inner resentment: "I am in hell, waiting for everyone to reunite."
My body fell to the ground along with the words.
The blood from my lower body trickled down and spread rapidly under me.
I calculated my menstrual period to go home to visit my family.
I came here just to have a baby.
I didn't expect that this extreme environment would cause my period to start early with heavy bleeding.
I have a feeling that all the hardships and efforts I have endured for pregnancy over the years have been wasted with this hot blood.
The blood flows more and faster.
There is no sign of stopping.
In an instant, the ice beneath me turned red.
My face turned even paler in an instant.
I feel like my life is on the countdown.
All the rich second-generations brought by Vincent were stunned.
Subconsciously, they feel that the situation is about to get out of control.
And it is out of control in a direction that is not favorable to them.
Vincent witnessed this scene and finally panicked!
He roared angrily and suddenly kicked over a rich second-generation man beside him: "What are you standing there for? Go down and save them!"
Yet no one dared to move.
After all, it is very dangerous for non-professionals to rush down into this kind of ice cave with complex terrain.
Seeing no one answer, Vincent raised his voice: "What are you standing there for? Go save them!"
Scarlett suddenly knelt in front of Vincent, tears streaming down her face, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have forced my sister-in-law to apologize to me just to save Vincent's face."
