Chapter 5

Winson's POV.

She used to be very thin, but now she was even weaker.

Her face was deathly pale, different from before. At this moment, her face was bloodless, as if she was suffering from malnourishment.

There were scars on her forehead and chin, which were particularly dazzling on her face.

But now... She didn't even look at me. There was no light in her eyes.

The car began to slowly drive away from the prison. In a low and hoarse voice, Natasha said indifferently, "tell me, what do you want from me?"

"I haven't seen you for three years. You've learned to be smart. "

Natasha smiled sarcastically and said nothing.

I threw a document to Natasha and said, "read it and sign it."

Natasha's POV

When I opened the document and saw the content, I sneered.

Kidney donation agreement.

He could find the source of kidney from anywhere as long as Winson wanted.

"I won't sign it."

Winson's eyebrows turned cold. Although his voice was calm, it was piercing cold. "You don't want to sign it?"

"No."

"My kidney is here. If you want it, you can let them cut it by force."

Winson leaned forward slightly and pinched my chin.

"you haven't learned anything for three years."

"You should know that I have many ways to make you compromise."

"Really? Just try it. I won't save that bitch. I just want her to die."

"Well, don't regret it."

He picked up the phone hanging beside the car and ordered, "change the route to the club."

Club?

What did Winson want to do?

When the car arrived at harkim club, Winson got out of the ca.

As he walked into the club, he ordered Philip, "clean this dirty woman up and send her to a private room."

"Yes, sir."

Winson left first.

Philip asked someone to change my sexy underwear.

There were a dozen of people in the room.

Winson sat elegantly in the middle of the sofa, with a red wine glass in his hand, and looked at me coldly.

Winson's POV

After making up and changing her clothes, Natasha looked delicate and lovely. She was still beautiful even without those scars and short hair.

What's more, the clothes she was wearing made her more sexy.

As soon as Natasha came in, the noisy private room suddenly quieted down.

Someone recognized Natasha and exclaimed, "Hey, isn't this Natasha?"

"Yes, isn't she in jail?"

"Look, there are so many scars on her arms and legs. It's disgusting."

"Tonight, who wants to take her away?"

Hearing this, Natasha was stunned and looked up at me.

"Are you kidding me?"

Someone immediately echoed, "that's right. He only loves Wendy. I heard that Wendy wanted a child, and adopted a son without saying anything."

I looked at Natasha.

I know Natasha too well. She can't bear such humiliation.

But I didn't expect…

Natasha's POV

The two words "child" hurt my heart.

I didn't even have a look at that child.

"Winson said that he didn't want your baby anyway."

"He will adopt another child for me. He is so considerate to me."

Yes, Winson was so considerate.

When the pain was extreme, I suddenly opened my eyes and glanced at Winson sharply. Then I walked to the oldest and Fattest Man in the crowd,

"Sir, do you want to make an appointment with me tonight? I'm good at it. Do you want to have a try?"

The man was also stunned.

The crowd burst into laughter. "Condra, I want to have a try since you have used it up."

"Uncle, let's go."

The middle-aged fat man's mind was half gone by the smile. He couldn't help swallowing.

He stood up and gave Winson a flattering smile. "Thank you for your hospitality. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, the man reached out his hand to hold me in a hurry, which caused a burst of laughter in the room.

All of a sudden, Winson raised his hand and smashed the goblet heavily on the door.

The noise in the room suddenly stopped.

All of them fixed their eyes on Winson.

There was no expression on Winson's face at the moment. He said in an indifferent and cold voice, "get out."

Seeing this, everyone didn't dare to stay any longer. They held their female companions and left dejectedly.

Seeing this, Philip hesitated for a moment and then walked forward.

Winson cast a cold glance at him.

Philip had to keep silent, took a step back and stood aside.

Less than three minutes later, Winson said coldly, "go and check it out."

"Yes, sir!" Philip was relieved and left quickly.

Winson's POV

Condra had a guest room in the club.

A few minutes later, Philip took me upstairs.

As soon as we walked out of the elevator, I saw Condra running towards while fastening belt.

His pants and white shirt sleeves were stained with blood.

Philip stepped forward to stop Condra and asked anxiously, "Condra, what's wrong with you?"

"That... That woman... She is so wild. I don't dare to do that."

The door was not locked. I pushed the door open and broke in.

The room was in a mess.

Hearing the sound, Natasha, who was sitting on the carpet, shrank back in panic and put the glass fragment on her wrist again.

Natasha quickly tidied up her messy clothes and threw away the pieces of glass. She pretended to be calm and said, "well, it's just a little blood. How could he be scared away?"

I pinched Natasha's neck and said, "you are such a bitch. You would rather sleep with that kind of woman than compromise with me, wouldn't you?"

Natasha stared raised her eyebrows. "Yes, I'm a bitch anyway. Winson, don't waste your energy. I'd rather die than live as you wish."

"Very good, Natasha."

"Open it."

Helpless, Philip took out the U disk from his bag and opened the projector in the room.

Natasha looked up at the big screen on the wall.

When the scene appeared, her heart shrank with fear. She gritted her teeth and couldn't help but burst into tears

Natasha's POV

It was father.

He was my most gentle and loving father.

On the screen, my father was bending.

They poured the wine on the ground and let father kneel down to clean it.

They stepped on his hands and spat on his face.

I rushed in front of Winson and grabbed Winson's collar crazily. Suddenly, I roared with a tearing throat, "Winson..."

"Why? Winson, tell me why. What do you want? Why don't you just kill me?"

"Kill you?"

Winson sneered, "I think it's dirty."

"Can't you stand it? I've gone even further..."

Slap! I slapped Winson across the face.

Winson pinched my neck and pressed me against the bed with a ruthless look on his face.

"Natasha, I've told you that I have many ways to make you compromise."

"I'll give you the kidney, but..."

Winson let go of her and took a step back. He patted his hand which had just pinched my neck in disgust.

"Get up and go to the hospital. Your kidney is damaged. I want your family to die a miserable death."

Then he turned around and left.

With Philip's help, I went to the hospital to have my wound bandaged and then sent back to Winson's villa.

After sending me to Winson's study, Philip left. "Sign it."

"I have a condition."

"Tell me your requirements."

Winson crossed his arms over his chest and said, "I'd like to see what tricks you can play."

"Please let my father go. Besides, we have signed the divorce agreement. From now on..."

Divorce?

He stood up and pressed me against the corner of the table.

"How dare you mention divorce with me? Natasha, I think you have forgotten what you have done to marry me."

"Yes, I forgot."

"I have forgotten everything about you. I just want to divorce you now."

"Oh, really? Let me help you recall how despicable you are."

As he spoke, he lowered his head

"Let go of me! No! Get away from me!"