Chapter 18

Stella could vaguely make out angry shouting in her dazed state. "Mrs. Hart, Mr. Hart's on his way. Should we stop now? We wouldn't want to hit you too hard. He'll definitely feel sorry when he sees you like this." What did that have to do with her... Weren't the cops supposed to show up? Why was Charles coming instead? Didn't he already stop believing her? The pain all over her body was making her mind slow down, and before she could even figure out what was going on, a wave of heavy footsteps echoed in. The metal door was kicked open, and Charles stormed in. As soon as his eyes landed on Olivia's bruised and battered body, his eyes went bloodshot. He'd heard what those guys said to Stella just now. If he hadn't overheard it ahead of time, he might've actually bought into Stella's little drama. She curled up there like she couldn't even breathe from the pain—very convincing. Nice act. To him, that line was all the proof he needed: Stella had staged everything. How could she be so hear