Chapter 215
Bella Quinn bit her lower lip so hard that blood trickled down her chin.
"Bruce Bowman, you're blind!" Her voice was hoarse and broken. "I swear to heaven, I never harmed Michelle Thompson!"
The last trace of warmth in Bruce's eyes froze over.
"Force the medicine down her throat," he commanded, each word dripping with ice.
Scalding liquid poured into Bella's mouth as she struggled violently against the hands pinning her down. The potion burned her esophagus, making every breath taste like blood.
After twenty minutes of torture, she curled into a fetal position on the floor, writhing from excruciating abdominal pain.
Bruce's phone vibrated. He glanced at the screen and strode out of the hospital room.
"Your grandmother is dead," Michelle suddenly sat up, smiling like a venomous serpent. "We stopped her medication three days ago. By now, her corpse must be rotting."
Bella's blood turned to ice.
"The nurse said she kept calling for you before she died," Michelle tilted her head mockingly. "Pity she couldn't even have her ashes sent home."
Each word stabbed through Bella's heart like a dagger.
The grandmother who used to pat her head and say "My sweet Bella" was gone forever.
"Want to know how she spent her final days?" Michelle whispered in her ear. "I fired the nurse and left her alone in bed to die."
Bella's vision flooded crimson.
She lunged forward, grabbing Michelle's hair and slamming her head against the wall.
"Die, you bitch!"
A stainless steel cup smashed against Michelle's forehead, blood immediately gushing out.
"Bruce! Help!" Michelle shrieked.
Bruce burst through the door to find Michelle's face covered in blood.
"Bella Quinn!" He seized her throat and threw her across the room.
Bella crashed onto the floor, ribs cracking from the impact.
"Chop off both her hands," Bruce ordered, his voice colder than a death sentence.
A blade flashed through the air—only to be caught mid-swing by a pair of strong, elegant fingers.
Warm blood dripped onto Bella's face, metallic and sweet.