Chapter 6

The door to the hospital room opened, and Stella sauntered in. Her complexion was rosy, and she did not look like someone who had just recovered from a severe condition at all. Lisette laughed scornfully. "You were pretending in the hospital for those two weeks, weren't you?" "So what if I was?" Stella was triumphant. "All I have to do is put on a pitiful face for Jasper to go through hell and high water for me. Soon, I'll be able to stand openly by his side." She tossed the plastic bag she was holding to Lisette. It contained the urn which held Fiona's ashes. Lisette felt as if her blood had frozen. Her hands trembled as she opened the urn, only to find that it was empty. "You… what did you do? Where are my mother's ashes?" Stella regarded Lisette's tortured expression with a relaxed demeanor. "They're just a pile of ashes. It would have been a waste of land to bury them. It would be better to toss them to wild dogs and do some good for nature. "I forgot to tell you that it was my suggestion to stop the hospital from offering your mother further treatment. "See? I only had to say the word to make Jasper ruthlessly murder the person closest to you. How could you ever compare yourself with me?" Stella seemed to be showing off about the love that Jasper had for her. She raised her left hand, where a diamond ring sparkled on her ring finger. Lisette recognized it. It was the pink diamond that Jasper had spent 100 million on at an auction half a year ago. At the time, everyone had assumed that Lisette and Jasper would soon be announcing their wedding. They had all clamored for her to marry him. However, Jasper had coldly retorted, "She's not worthy." "Jasper says that I'm worthy of all the rare treasures in the world, including him. I'm the only one who's worthy of him!" Stella continued to show off gleefully. However, Lisette could no longer stand it. She raised her hand and slapped her. She gripped Stella's neck. "You killed Mom! You deserve to die! You should die!" The grudge she held for Fiona's death made her eyes turn crimson. It made a stark contrast with the triumphant smile on Stella's face. There was a loud bang as a vase hit Lisette on the head. Hot blood trickled off her forehead and dripped onto the floor. Jasper pushed her roughly aside and slapped her mercilessly on the face. "You're crazy!" Lisette felt as if a huge, invisible hand was squeezing her heart. It hurt so much. Crazy? She could be even crazier. The hatred she felt drove her to pick up a fragment of a vase from the floor. She tried to slice at the carotid artery on Stella's neck, but Jasper grabbed her wrist. "You both killed Mom! You both deserve to die!"Lisette screamed, her eyes looking wild. Jasper finally realized that something was wrong. He glanced at the urn she was holding and looked shocked. "What do you mean by that? Your mother—" Fragments of memory flashed through his mind, and a moment from a month ago jumped out at him… "Didn't she have an operation just last week? She won't die after one less operation, will she?" Stella saw that Jasper was wavering, so she cut off his train of thought at once. "Jasper, don't believe anything she says! "I saw her mother strolling outside the hospital just two days ago. How could she have died? Lisette, how can you lie about your own mother's life just to make Jasper soften toward you?" The faint shred of guilt in Jasper's eyes disappeared at once and changed to a cold, hard look. He gave the order for Lisette to be thrown into an asylum and instructed the people there to pay special attention to her. On the first day she was taken to the asylum, Lisette smashed the window open to escape, but she was caught and brought back for a violent beating. The next day, she was tied forcibly to the operating table, and they extracted a kidney from her without giving her any anesthesia. On the third day, she finally gave in and demanded to see Jasper. However, the only people who came were a group of beggars in ragged clothes. As soon as they entered, their eyes fell on Lisette, and they all began sniggering crudely. "Mr. Sullivan was right. She's a total babe!" Lisette turned pale. "Jasper told you to come?" "Who else would it be?" The beggars approached her slowly. "Mr. Sullivan told us to show you a good time tonight…" Lisette looked terrified, and she backed away in fear. However, the men lunged at her like a pack of ravenous wolves. She struggled and flailed around with her arms and legs. The sound of her terrified screams triggered their desire to subdue her. She was slapped several times in the face, and the beggars pressed her down firmly as they tore roughly at her clothes. "Why are you pretending? Those videos of you and Mr. Sullivan in bed have already spread everywhere. Those screams were so lascivious! Who would believe you now if you try to act as if you're a prude?" All the blood rushed to Lisette's head, and she felt as if her world had collapsed. Jasper had a fetish that no one knew about. Whenever they slept together, he would record a video of it. The first time he had taken a video, she had been thoroughly embarrassed. "Can we not take a video?" Jasper had chuckled lazily and tried to placate her. "Be good. These are our most precious memories." The camera had captured them in the bedroom, the study, the bathroom, and even in his office. They had done some crazy things together. However, Lisette had never imagined that those "treasured memories" would one day become a blade that he would turn against her. Just as she was about to bite her tongue and end her own life, the door was kicked open violently. Jasper rushed in like the Grim Reaper, with a ferocious look in his eyes. He grabbed the collar of a beggar and began punching him relentlessly in the face. Screams tore through the night, and the entire room smelled like blood. Lisette felt the warmth of Jasper's body for the first time in years. She was trembling all over, and her vision went black as she fainted in his arms.