บท 12: Chapter 12

"Natasha, I'm sorry. Does it hurt?"

"Can you forgive me?"

Wendy hurriedly said, "don't say that. No matter what you do, I won't blame you."

"What else should I do to make you forgive me?"

Sandera smiled sarcastically. "Then you can kneel down."

Wendy waved her hand in panic, "no..."

I have already knelt down in front of the three of them.

Wendy was a little flustered and said to Winson, "Winson, please let go of my uncle. I don't want Natasha to hate me more. Can you help me?"

Ignoring Wendy's words, Winson said to Philip, "take them out."

"Yes, sir," said Philip, as he walked up to Villson and held him in his arms, inviting Wendy and Sandera to go out.

Wendy seemed to want to continue persuading her, so she said, "Winson..."

But before she could finish her words, she was pulled away by Sandera. "Don't plead for such a person. Let's go."

After they left, Philip closed the door.