Chapter 2 No One Is Allowed to Touch Milana
Rumble.
After the rumble of thunder, a flash of lightning ripped apart the dark sky.
Milana, who was sitting on the bed, looked at her intact legs, instead of the cold prosthetic limbs, and was in a daze.
Wasn't she dead?
Weren't her legs amputated?
Milana raised her head in confusion. She looked around the room and goggled.
This is Wioletta!
But three years ago, wasn't Wioletta destroyed in fire?
Wasn't her left eye blind? Why could she still see the mosquitoes next to her left eye?
The big mosquitoes, flapping their wings, up and down.
"Jayson Scott standing downstairs is so poor. He has been beaten for a long time, and he is about to be beaten to death."
"Poorly, he's been standing for three days in the heavy rain, which lasts three days."
"But thanks to the rain. Otherwise, there is nothing to do with us, mosquitoes."
"Uh huh, it all blames on Milana Gates, the witch ..."
The noisy mosquitoes were buzzing in front of Milana, which made her feel very irritable.
With a snap, she raised her hands and killed a mosquito.
"Ah, ah, someone killed people, no, killed mosquitoes!"
"What a ruthless woman! We sucked her blood, which means that we have her flesh and blood in the stomach. She actually killed her flesh and blood like this!"
Two mosquitoes flapped their wings and flew away.
"Jayson, I give you two options. First, take Milana Gates to the police station by hand."
"Second, marry Zoey, and we will let Milana off the hook."
Under the sound of rain, a voice came from downstairs.
"No one is allowed to touch Milana!"
"I will never marry Zoey!"
Milana was shocked by the low, hoarse and cold voice.
"It's Jayson, he's still alive, alive!"
She got out of bed excitedly when she heard his voice.
She hadn't walked for three years and fell to the ground in an instant.
However, she quickly got used to standing up.
Milana stood by the window and looked down.
There was thunder and lightning outside. Wind was screaming and rain was pouring.
And in the yard, a man with many scars stood there, like a soldier - Jayson!
There seemed to be telepathy between them.
Jayson raised his head, the two of them looked at each other. There was inexhaustible affection under the bottom of their eyes!
"Continue to beat!"
Milana watched the man swing the red long whip and threw it at Jayson fiercely.
Snap.
The whip fell on his expensive suit, which split instantly.
His flesh was torn to shreds.
The rain washed away the blood, and there was a pool of dazzlingly red blood on the ground.
"Jayson!"
Milana shouted and ran downstairs immediately.
She didn't know why something happened five years ago reappeared after she died.
All she knew was that now she wanted to stop others from beating him.
She only knew that she just wanted to hold him and hold him tightly.
The butler Bob Cooper downstairs raised the whip in his hand and continued to lash at Jayson.
"Stop!"
Milana rushed out and blocked Jayson behind her with her thin and slender body.
The whip was about to hit her hard.
Jayson hugged her tightly, turned around, and blocked the whip with his wide back.
"Jayson..."
Jayson pushed her away angrily and yelled at her, "What did you rush out for?"
She almost got hit.
Did she try to use this favor to let him let her go?
"I..."
"Bob, keep beating."
The serious voice fell.
Milana looked up and saw Bob throwing his whip over.
She pushed Jayson to the side, raised her hand and grabbed the flying whip.
Bob was surprised.
Jayson and others were also stunned.
Milana, such a delicate person, actually grabbed the flying whip with her bare hands?
She wrapped the whip around in a circle, then pulled it hard.
Bob was dragged forward and staggered. When his hand released, the whip fell off.
Milana grabbed the whip, and then whipped it gracefully in the air.
The whole action was as smooth as flowing water.
She asked Bob in a murderous manner, "How many times have you beaten Jayson?"
She wanted to pay back twice!