C3 Who Did She Mean?

The solemn auditorium was surrounded by black and white colors. A box of ashes was placed on the table in the center of the auditorium. Above the ashes was a picture of Keane before he was disfigured, black and white.

The picture was like a sharp scissor, tearing a bloody hole in Jovie's heart. No matter how hard she tried, she could not mend it.

"Keane, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

In her dreams, Jovie was crying very sadly. At this moment, it was as if she had lost the entire world.

At this moment, Big Mouthy had already returned with his phone. His face was dark and defeated. When he saw Jovie who had already lost consciousness, his emotions were ignited in an instant.

"Pah!"

The sound of the whip rang out once again. Big Mouthy began a new round of torture. The whip that was dipped in chili water fiercely lashed on the wound. The burning pain pulled Jovie who was still immersed in the nightmare back to reality.

After a day and night of torture, Jovie woke up from her coma several times.

The wounds on her body were small and many. The bloodstains on her clothes were stained with blood. They hung on her body in a sorry state. It was a terrifying sight.

It was hard to count how many times she had gradually lost consciousness. Jovie felt as if she was hallucinating.

She saw a glaring white light entering the dark warehouse. The angel-like Keane slowly walked towards her through the light.

She could see his charming features and the cold and furious expression on his face. Everything looked so vivid in her eyes, and she couldn't help but find him a little cute.

"Keane, are you here to pick me up?"

Jovie revealed her first smile since she was reborn. She happily looked at the man who had reached out his hand towards her. Her weak voice could not hide her excitement.

It was great! He didn't leave her alone anymore. He had come to pick her up!

Hearing the soft voice that was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, Keane's heart trembled slightly, and the expression on his face softened. Callan, who was behind Keane, unwillingly asked someone to untie the cross-bound Jovie.

Keane rubbed her injured face with his cold fingertips and gently caressed the wound.

"Does it hurt?"

In the blink of an eye, Jovie fell into a warm embrace. She buried her head in Keane's chest, feeling wronged. She rubbed her head against Keane's chest like a pitiful kitten. Her voice was soft and sweet.

"Does it hurt? It hurts! My body hurts, and my heart hurts too. If you leave me here, I won't be able to find you anywhere!"

"Is that so?"

Keane looked at the soft girl in his arms with an obscure expression. His cold face hid the anger on the verge of eruption. He raised a sickly smile and said, "Who is Jovie talking about? Finneas?"

It's over! It's over! Does he even need to answer this question? This was a direct question!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Callan took advantage of the fact that Jovie had yet to speak and risked his life to interrupt the Young lord's question, trying to change the topic.

"Young Lord, you and Miss Jovie are not suitable to stay here for too long. Why don't you take Miss Jovie back to the manor first? I'll go find a doctor to check on Miss Jovie."

As expected, when Callan mentioned Jovie's injuries, Keane did not care about his jealousy and told Callan to get someone to go to the villa on the west side of the manor to find a family doctor.

Keane carefully held the baby in his arms, afraid that he would hurt her if he held her too tightly. His gaze stopped at the festering wound on her body. His heart ached and his anger surged. He looked at the large patch of flesh on the ground.

Then, he revealed a sinister and strange sneer, "Your courage is not bad. Sieber will like it."

Sieber was a Tibetan Mastiff that Keane had raised. It had a saintly heart, and it had even competed for the master's love. Unfortunately, it was later...

Callan received the order and was about to drag the big piece of fur on the ground back and reward theieber.

The unconscious large patch of flesh suddenly jumped up from the ground and stabbed at Callan's chest with a knife, trying to escape.

Since he was too close, Callan could not dodge it completely. The tip of the knife barely grazed his clothes.

At this critical moment, the police came to the scene and knocked down the large patch of flesh on the ground. Then, they brought the Secret guardian of the Loxley family back to make a statement.

East Villa, main bedroom.

Callan was squatting outside the door and sighing countless times. The new Secret guardian member came over and asked him for the reason. Just when he was worried about not being able to vent his anger, he thought about it and felt that he could give some advice to the new member.

Thus, the following conversation took place.

"Did you see the woman that Young Lord carried in just now?"

The new Secret guardian member, Yabsley, followed Callan's gaze and looked at the tightly shut door. He then nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, indicating for Callan to continue.

"That's a 'Angelically girl'. Don't mess with her!"

"???"

Yabsley, who had a head full of question marks, looked at Callan with a dumbfounded expression and asked tentatively.

"Oh, and then?"

"Nothing!"

Yabsley's mind was short-circuited for a moment. He still could not understand the connection between the 'Angelically girl' that Special Assistant Zhang was talking about and the reason why he sighed.

After thinking for a while, he nodded his head thoughtfully. With an attitude of learning without knowing anything, he continued.

"Oh, but you still didn't say why you sighed."

"..."

Callan looked at Yabsley as if he was looking at a retard.

He had an expression that said, 'I've already told you, it's because the 'Angelically girl' is not easy to mess with. Our lives will not be good in the future. Why don't you understand?'

Yabsley, who could not receive Callan's signal, scratched his head innocently and smiled awkwardly. He pretended to understand and returned to his work.

He stood at the post and thought to himself, ‘This uncivilized person is really scary. It's too tiring to talk to someone with a high position. I can't even understand what he's saying!'

At this moment, the door to the master bedroom opened, and the family doctor of the Loxley family walked out from inside.

It just so happened that the Old patriarch, who rarely came into the East Villa, appeared at the second floor's staircase with his walking stick in his hand. He rushed straight towards the master bedroom.

The Old patriarch stopped the family doctor who had just come out of Keane's bedroom and questioned him in a deep voice.

"Is that woman inside?"

The Old patriarch's voice was dignified and fierce, and he had the aura of a tyrant. The family doctor did not dare to anger the Old patriarch, so he nodded obediently in a hurry.

"Stop it!"

The Old patriarch's voice was even louder. He was like an angry tiger, and his eyes looked as if they were going to eat someone.

Just as he was about to push away the family doctor who was guarding the door, he was about to kick Keane's door open with his walking stick.

Hearing the Old patriarch's loud voice, Keane came out of the bedroom in a casual cotton shirt and closed the door to prevent the Old patriarch from peeking through.

"Grandpa, you're disturbing Jovie."