Chapter 4

The new connection request brought my thoughts back to the present.

The kidnapper tapped lightly, and a new voice came through to my ear.

"Hello, this is the Hawaii police. We've just made contact with Mr. Elliot."

"However, he says he doesn't know the lady with you. He and his wife are on vacation in Hawaii, not in Chicago. Even if they took a flight back, it would take at least eight hours."

"The cruise ship they're on has already set sail. He's not answering his phone, and we have no way to locate him..."

I couldn't hear the rest clearly, my head was buzzing.

We are husband and wife, legally recognized as such.

But when faced with the police, Elliot still insisted that Neve was his wife.

The kidnapper was also enraged by the police's words, violently punching my head several times in front of the camera.

"Are you all shit-eaters or what? Can't you just check if this person is Elliot's darling or not?"

"Looks like you're all in cahoots. Just because Elliot is rich and powerful, you're afraid to mess with him, right?"

"Fine, I'll keep this livestream going. I want Elliot to watch closely how his darling dies under my knife, cut by cut."

The police's shouts of alarm rang out, but before they could say anything, the kidnapper had already cut the connection.

The bullet comments scrolled by rapidly as netizens realized this wasn't an act or a publicity stunt - I had truly been kidnapped.

"Didn't the police say you got the wrong person? This girl is innocent, let her go quickly."

"Don't hurt her. Do you have a grudge against that Doctor Shaw? Tell the police, they can help you."

"Let her go, this girl has been crying the whole time. Doesn't that break your heart to see?"

The kidnapper's eyes were fixed intently on the scrolling comments, the anger in his gaze deepening further.

"She's innocent? She's pitiful? What about my daughter then? Isn't my daughter pitiful too?"

"The police? I stopped trusting the police long ago!"

After saying this, the kidnapper gripped the knife tightly again and walked towards me.

From his words just now, I had some guesses. His eyes flickered with an intense murderous intent.

I suddenly realized that this time, he really was going to kill me.

The excruciating pain throughout my body and limbs left me unable to move an inch. I could only beg desperately.

"Your daughter? Is this about a medical dispute? Was your daughter at Sunnydale Hospital? Or something else? Tell me, I can help you investigate."

"I beg you, please, I beg you! Let me go! Sunnydale Hospital belongs to my father. I swear I'll help you, just let me go."

"Believe me, I won't go back on my word. Please, let me go. If you make a big mistake, what about your daughter?"

Hearing my words, the kidnapper laughed loudly, but his hands didn't stop moving.

"My daughter? My daughter is already dead!"

"A medical dispute? Looks like you really don't know your husband well. This is far more complicated than just a medical dispute."

"Don't worry, the pain you're experiencing now isn't even a tenth of what my daughter suffered."

As he spoke, he flipped me over, pressing my face down on the table, and then lifted up my clothes.

I could only see his actions through the live stream screen in front of me. His knife fell on my back.

"Ah!"

Wave after wave of excruciating pain came from my back as my screams rang out.

He placed slice after slice of bloody flesh on the table in front of me, even choosing the best-shaped pieces to display in front of the camera.

Every time I was about to pass out from the pain, he would dip the knife into that basin of salt water, forcibly keeping me conscious.

The comments were scrolling faster and faster.

"Stop it, stop it, you beast! What on earth are you doing!"

"You killed her, you gave her a quick end, stop torturing her like this!"

"Even if you have issues with her husband, you can't take out your anger on her! This is like death by a thousand cuts!"

He looked at these comments, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. He leaned down, whispering in my ear.

"173 Elm Street, in the alley beside Sunnydale Hospital. There's a gift for you in the bedside drawer."

"Look at your husband, spending your money, taking over your father's hospital, gallivanting around with other women."

"Go on, call the police. Tell them the address where that gift is. He'll be ruined. Come on, since he's treating you this way, betray him. Destroy him."

As soon as his words faded, before I could even process them, my phone chimed with a notification.

The name displayed was none other than:

Elliot.