He held her like a lost treasure: "I promised you I wouldn't let anything happen to you again."
The words sounded familiar.
The captain of the bodyguards holding me down recognized me: "Mr. Shaw, this is..."
Felix Shaw finally turned around to look at me.
But he looked at me as if I were a sworn enemy.
"Smack!"
My face was knocked sideways by the blow, and the taste of rust instantly filled my mouth.
I didn't cry, but instead felt like laughing.
"Who cares who she is?" Felix's voice was cold and icy. "If you hurt Claire, the daughter of the richest man, I'll make her pay!"
"Treat her well, show her the consequences of kidnapping Claire!"
The bodyguard captain wanted to say more, but a fierce glare from Felix silenced him.
I was dragged into an empty room and beaten with fists and feet.
My body ached, but I couldn't help but think of how painful it must have been when Felix had blocked the blow for me.
The smell of blood filled my mouth and nose, but I felt no fear of death.
My life was originally given by Felix.
Now, I've returned it to him.
After an unknown amount of time, the door opened.
Claire leaned into Felix's arms: "Felix, she's learned her lesson. Just send her away."
"Let me never see her again."
Felix said without hesitation: "Okay."
He personally escorted me to the private airport.
As I was pushed onto the gangway, the necklace around my neck snapped. The jade rose pendant fell to the ground.
Felix had picked it for me personally, and it was the only time he'd remembered to give me a birthday present, only after his secretary reminded him.
In front of the villa, I still couldn't bear to drop it.
Felix frowned and picked it up: "Why does this look familiar?"
My heart skipped a beat at that moment.
But Claire simply coughed twice and tugged at his sleeve: "Felix, the wind's strong, I'm cold."
Felix's hesitation vanished in an instant.
He casually tossed the pendant to the ground, lifted his foot, and ran over it.
"Drag her up, and never let her set foot back in America again!"
The plane's engines roared, the immense force pinning me to my seat.
Go up.
Okay.
He personally sent me off, personally ended the past.
We'll never see each other again.
…
This was Felix's fiftieth visit to a psychologist.
The aftermath of being abducted as a child—face blindness—had finally caused problems in his life.
Sarah Grant was surprisingly angry this time, having not contacted him for almost two weeks.
It was his fault; he was too busy accompanying Claire.
But he had already broken his childhood promise to Claire and married someone else.
He couldn't even refuse such a small request to be with her.
This psychotherapy session involved him drawing the image of the little girl under hypnosis.
Recreating the scene of the abduction, step by step, would heal psychological trauma.
Felix thought it would be easy; his drawing would always resemble Claire.
But the psychologist who took the drawing exclaimed.
"Why is it her?"
