Chapter 230
Fiona was on the verge of madness, trembling all over and dared not close her eyes all night. By dawn,she was so weak that she could barely stand.
But this was only the beginning.
When her blood was drawn,her arms turned cold and her whole body grew faint,almost to the point of death. Jason looked at her coldly and asked in a low voice, “What? You can’t endure it?Back then,Callista was forced by you,drawn blood again and again,her body was ruined long ago.”
That night,locked in the bathroom, she knelt on the icy floor,tears and snot mixed together.”
The cold crept inch by inch into her bones,pushing her to the brink of collapse. What suffocated her most was the shame.Her clothes were torn and when the camera was pointed at her,she nearly went insane.”
“Don’t film!Don’t–Jason,I beg you!”
Jason watched her silently,his voice hoarse and low.“Back then,didn’t you also laugh at Callista and say, ‘Behave,or I’ll let the whole world see you in disgrace‘?“N
Fiona screamed in collapse,crying herself hoarse,yet not a shred of mercy came her way.”
She was in unbearable pain, even wishing to end her life,yet every time she fainted, someone ruthlessly forced her awake,making her endure another taste of hell.”
Fiona finally understood that what I endured back then was not an occasional punishment,but a decade–long torment and despair.
And now,after just a few days, she was already on the verge of madness.”
Meanwhile,far away in Birlona….
I had no idea what was happening back home. Here,I was living well.
Ronald remained just like he was in childhood–gentle and patient.<
He prepared all the leaming resources I needed,guided me to explore new environments and encouraged me to progress step by step.
He didn’t dwell on comforting me over my past,but instead kept me busy,letting me slowly leave my sorrow behind through effort and growth.
At first,I thought he didn’t care about what I had been through.”
All the emotions that had no outlet slowly found a kind of quiet reassurance in the boundaries he set–it felt safe, almost comforting.
But later,I realized it wasn’t just that.”
He watched over my physical and mental well–being in silence. Every medical check–up,every psychological assessment,he arranged them subtly,never seeking praise. It was as if all of it were the most natural thing in the world.”
It made me want to thank him,yet I never found the opportunity to say it aloud. So I could only quietly help this man with little things within my power–reminding him to eat on time,organizing his documents,urging him not to stay up late.
Gradually,life began to be lit up bit by bit.”
For the first time,I truly felt grateful to the Corvin Family. When I went to university,they had still arranged a pretty good school for me because they were afraid of losing face.”
That school became my foundation, allowing me to quickly establish a career I loved,even here in Birlona.
Now,I no longer relied on Ronald and could stand firmly on my own efforts.
The scars behind me were gradually fading. Just like the scars in my heart,they had finally started to scab over.
Even I found it somewhat unbelievable when I became a screenwriter
At first,it was only a way to vent emotions that had nowhere to go.I poured my past experiences, fragmented stories and even some broken dreams into one script after another.
I never expected that what truly touches people’s hearts wasn’t technique,but the authenticity that flowed straight from my own heart.
Just a few days ago,a movie script I wrote was selected by Jonathan,a famous director from Birlona.
It was a realistic story centered on female growth and the director said my writing carried a kind of tenderness even after tearing open a wound,”making it perfect for the big screen.N
