Chapter 1 You Can't Afford the Liquidated Damages

Emma Carter felt pain all over.

She groaned, opened her eyes, and found that she was in a strange room. A man and a woman were having a conversation outside the room, which was really annoying.

The man begged, "Aunt, she hasn't woken up yet. I suggest you not go in right now."

Jessica Turner yelled sharply, "Don't stop me. I just want to see if this little girl is dead!"

Emma had a terrible pain on her head. She sat up on the bed and stroked her forehead.

Where was she?

"Let me in!" The woman's voice was harsh.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and then a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup came straight to Emma. The woman grabbed Emma's collar and dragged her to the ground like she was just a bag of flour, and then slapped her directly with force.

"Snap!"

Emma's head became even dizz, covering her face while observing the woman dressed like a large cockscomb.

"Judy Carter! I knew you were up to no good when you came to our house, and you dared to use the car privately. Look how you crashed the car, can you afford to pay the loss?"

Emma didn't understand what the mentally ill woman was talking about, let alone why she called herself Judy. She only had a scene about how the woman slapped her in her mind. Emma had never allowed herself to suffer because of others since she was a child. Instead, she always paid back whatever others gave to her, whether it was good or bad.

Therefore, she ignored the pain on her body, pulled the woman's clothes to support herself standing up, and slapped the woman's face without hesitation.

"Snap!"

This slap not only made the woman in a daze, but also directly frightened the flat-headed man at the door.

Five seconds later, the woman came back to her senses, fiercely trying to fight back, "Little bastard, how dare you hit me!"

Emma was not afraid and fought with the woman.

Seeing the messy situation, the flat-headed man hurried over to separate the two with efforts. He forcibly pulled "cockscomb" out of the room, and kept comforting her, "Aunt, don't get angry. You don't have to care about her."

The woman still cursed loudly, "Out of my way! I will kill her today."

The flat-headed man coaxed and extorted her, "It would only embarrass you if you deal with her in person. Rest assured, I'll make her suffer later..."

The conversation between the two gradually became lower. Emma sat down at the desk nearby, looking around this small single room. Some items were familiar to her, and finally her eyes fell on a simple plastic photo frame.

It was a photo of her and her sister hugging each other.

Emma held the photo frame in her hands, and the scene before the accident flashed in her mind.

According to her father, her elder sister Judy had married a man of a wealthy family. She didn't believe it, so she asked for leave from school and went to this city to find her sister. When her sister just finished explaining to her what had happened, a taxi flashed out at the corner ahead. Her sister hurriedly turned the steering wheel, but it was too late when the two cars smashed into each other solidly.

Emma shivered after recalling that scene, and her eyes went dark all of a sudden.

"Judy!"

When she sounded that out, she was really surprised. She was dumb. For twenty years of her life, she rarely made any noise except for the weird screaming when she was angry, let alone calling her sister clearly.

What was happening was too puzzling.

"How could this be?" Emma said timidly again.

At this time, the flat-headed man returned. He looked at Emma who was holding the photo frame and exclaimed, "You are now capable enough to beat Jessica? Aren't you afraid that she might not make it easy on you?"

"Jessica... Who is she? And who are you?" Emma asked in surprise.

"Mr. Turner's aunt, and I'm Mike Cotton. Why, can't you even recognize me?" Mike walked up to her, stretched out his hand, and shook in front of her eyes, "The doctor said you are very lucky to be okay after being hit like that. Seems like you are not as okay as the doctor claimed."

"Where is this place?" Emma stood up and asked in confusion.

"This is the Turner Family. Judy, were you knocked stupid?"

"What do you call me?" Emma really began to wonder if she was stupid, or she was in a dream exactly.

"Judy, or what should I call you, Queen Mother?" Mike looked at her up and down, "Look at your dirty clothes. Change them later."

Emma turned to look at a hanging mirror on the wall, and then opened her mouth wide. Compared to the mess on her body, she was even more surprised by her brand new but familiar face.

She supported her cheeks with her hands, her eyes staring roundly, "Judy!"

That's right, the face in the mirror was exactly the same as that of her sister Judy.

How was this possible! This must be a dream, right?

Emma squeezed her cheek. It was painful. Thinking of something again, she asked, "Where is my sister?"

Mike was stunned, "Oh, you mean another girl in the car. She...she still needs to stay in the hospital for two days, and then she should be discharged soon."

"I want to see her in the hospital."

"I just picked you up from there. Madam will not let you out. I know you care about your family, but now is not the time." Mike pondered, "How about this? Tomorrow, I will find a way to take you there tomorrow to see... I believe that's your younger sister?"

"Why don't you let me out? Why do you keep me here? I don't care, let me go."

Emma walked to the door in a hurry, and Mike grabbed her, "Judy, why have you suddenly become so self-willed? Don't forget that you have an agreement with the Turner Family. If you irritate them, can you afford the liquidated damages?"

"What agreement?" Emma couldn't understand what he was talking about.

At this time, a sudden harsh sound made her shiver.

Immediately afterwards, a thick male voice outside the door screamed, "Get out, get out of here!"

After hearing this, Mike immediately turned and went out. Emma also curiously followed to see what had happened. When she walked to the door, she happened to see the door of the opposite room being pushed open, and a maid sighed bitterly and escaped with a tray in her hand, which was full of broken plates and cups.

Before the door was closed, Emma glanced at the room and saw a tall man in a wheelchair.

The reason why she failed to ignore the man's height was that his two towering knees were really eye-catching, as well as his hanger-like upper body and long neck.

His hair was a bit messy, so Emma couldn't see his appearance clearly, but his thin cheeks and thin sharp lips could still make people faintly feel how rebellious this person was.

Mike told Emma, "Go change your clothes. It's already dirty. As for the agreement, I will explain to you later."

Emma nodded blankly and returned to the room she was in just now.