Chapter 9 Useless, Hendrick Hates Me

• Three years ago, Natalie was severely burned while saving him from a fire. Despite knowing the extremely low success rate of allografting, Hendrick still heartlessly put Sandra on the operating table.
• Scars still marred her legs. She could vividly recall the moment Natalie expressed her desire for a child.
• Under the cover of night, Hendrick intruded into her room, subjected her to torture, and finally traced her scars, remarking, "Sandra, your scars are truly repulsive."
• Three years later, Natalie required a liver transplant. It was evident that if Hendrick was willing, he could procure a liver from anywhere. However, he insisted on using hers.
• She had hoped that after meeting Hendrick, he would be the one to share in her joys and sorrows. Yet, in the end, all her hardships stemmed from Hendrick.
• But it no longer mattered to her; she was indifferent. Sandra slowly returned the documents to the file bag and placed it on the seat beside her. "I refuse."
• Hendrick's brow furrowed, his voice composed yet chilling. "You refuse to sign?"
• Sandra did not meet his gaze. She merely lowered her head to observe the white string on the file bag. "I will not sign. I have no obligation to donate a liver for her."
• "Hmph, shameless. She is in this state because of you, you..."
• "Mr. Nights," Sandra interjected, meeting Hendrick's gaze with a cold stare.
• This was the second time Sandra addressed him as Mr. Nights. The first instance was on her 18th birthday morning, when Hendrick awoke beside her.
• She smiled at him and playfully inquired, "Mr. Nights, now that we've slept together, will you marry me?"
• He refused her with the same exact words. However, this time, she uttered them with a distant and indifferent tone.
• "I am aware of your exceptional abilities." Sandra lightly tapped her liver. "My liver is right here. If you wish, you can forcibly extract it without anesthesia. I, Sandra, will not utter a sound."
• Hendrick leaned in, grasping Sandra's chin. He gazed coldly into her eyes, "It has been two years, and you still have not learned your lesson."
• Learned my lesson? Hendrick was mistaken. She was compliant now, exceedingly so. She did not resist, did not retort. However, that did not mean she would yield to the demon before her.
• If she were to perish on the operating table, she would view it as a deliverance from God.
• A smirk danced on Hendrick's lips. "You should be aware that I possess methods to make you comply."
• Sandra's tone grew colder as she said, "Is that so? Well, you may attempt, but I will never save that contemptible individual. I wish for her demise."
• Hendrick tightened his grip on her chin, "You dare to be so heartless?"
• Sandra regarded him mockingly, remaining silent.
• Hendrick pushed her away. "Very well. Do not regret it."
• He reached for the phone attached to the car and commanded, "Change the route and head to the club."
• The club? Sandra felt a twinge of unease.
• What does Hendrick have in store this time?
• The car pulled up at the Royal Club, and Hendrick strode out with purpose. Entering the club, he instructed William, "Clean up this unkempt woman and escort her to the private room."
• "Yes."
• Hendrick departed first.
• William gazed at Sandra, who remained motionless in the car, and hesitantly remarked, "Ms. Clouds..."
• Sandra pondered if she could stand up to Hendrick at the moment. I cannot. In that case… She rose and exited the vehicle.
• William arranged for her to be groomed and attired in an exceedingly short dress.
• Sandra understood that without Hendrick's consent, William would never subject her to such humiliation. She remained silent as William escorted her to the private room.
• Inside, a group of about twelve men and women were gathered. Hendrick sat gracefully in the center of the sofa, holding a glass of red wine with a cold gaze fixed on Sandra.
• Upon noticing the scars on her arms and legs, his brow furrowed momentarily before he recalled her past actions. She's a ruthless woman.
• Deciding to ignore her, he shifted his focus elsewhere.
• Sandra, now dressed in different attire and makeup, appeared delicate and charming, disregarding the scars on her limbs. Despite her shorter hair, she still exuded beauty.
• Her new look seemed to captivate everyone in the room.
• As soon as Sandra entered, the once noisy atmosphere fell silent.
• Some individuals recognized her and exclaimed, "Isn't that Sandra, the most beautiful lady in the city?"
• "Wasn't she supposed to be imprisoned?"
• "Look at those scars on her arms and legs, it's quite disturbing."
• "Mr. Nights, what do you..."
• Hendrick cut off the chatter coldly, "Who among you wants to take her away tonight?"
• Sandra was taken aback by his words and gazed up at Hendrick in disbelief. It was the second time she stared at him with disbelief that night.
• "Mr. Nights, are you serious? With such beauty, why not keep her for yourself..."
• Hendrick's expression turned to disgust. "I, Hendrick, do not simply indulge in any cheap women."
• Another person chimed in, "Indeed, Mr. Nights is devoted to Ms. Winters. I heard she desired a child, and without hesitation, he adopted a son for her."
• Hendrick stared coldly at Sandra, waiting for her to plead for mercy. He knew her well enough to understand that this kind of humiliation would be unbearable for her. But what he didn't expect was...