Chapter 5

"Is this the disabled girl?" A man with a cigarette dangling from his lips kicked me with his foot.

"This girl has a pretty face. We're going to have fun with her. Never tried a rich girl before, wonder what it's like." Another man with a head full of colorful hair grabbed my chin with greasy fingers, forcing me to look up.

I pushed his hand away in disgust, crawling backward.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"What do we want? You should know very well, miss."

I looked at them in terror, my body trembling uncontrollably. My hands were held by different men, my struggles only seemed to amuse them.

"Still a stubborn rich girl, aren't you? We love taming girls like you."

"Your skin is truly delicate."

Their laughter was filled with malice as they grabbed their phones and cameras, violently tearing open my collar.

Just as his filthy mouth was about to touch my skin, a group of men in black suits stormed in, expertly trained and swift, they subdued the thugs in an instant, moving so fast it was almost a blur.

"You've got some nerve!"

The cries of pain and the sound of bones dislocating were jarringly loud in the empty space.

I curled up on the ground, sobbing quietly.

Suddenly, I was lifted off the ground, a suit jacket with the scent of cologne gently draped over me.

I looked up in fear, only to find myself gazing into eyes filled with tenderness and concern.

He ignored the dirt on me, wanting to touch my cheek, but seeing my bandaged, misshapen hand, his fingers flinched, his gaze becoming more intense.

"Harlee, I'm sorry for being late."

"Who are you?"

I shrank into the coat, puzzled as I looked at him. I suddenly realized that his face resembled mine a bit.

"I'm Roderick Walsh, your biological brother. We've finally found you, and I'm here to take you home."

At that moment, the leader of the thugs pinned to the ground struggled and shouted, "Who the hell are you? Ruining my fun! Do you know who we work for? The Foster family..."

"The Foster family?" Roderick slowly raised his eyelids, interrupting him.

Roderick made a gesture, and the bodyguard immediately understood. With a blank expression, he lifted his foot and stomped hard on the thug leader's mouth.

Blood splattered as he could only whimper.

"Find out who wants to harm my sister, and whoever it is, make them suffer immensely!" Roderick's voice was icy, his gaze murderous.

"No." I weakly tugged at his sleeve, hatred burning in my eyes. I paused, taking a deep breath as if transforming all my pain and humiliation into strength, speaking clearly. "Roderick, thank you for saving me, but as for revenge... I'll take revenge myself!"

"Harlee, you need rest and treatment now." Roderick frowned, concerned.

"No." I refused again, glancing at my ruined hand and leg, my voice somber. "They owe me more than just a leg and a hand. They've crushed my dignity, destroyed my dreams... I will personally make them pay the price, step by step."

I looked at Roderick, my gaze unwavering. "Roderick, come for me in five days, give me some time."

"Alright. Stay safe, we'll support any decision you make." Roderick affectionately patted my head, carefully placing me back in the wheelchair, carefully wiping my face with a handkerchief. "Then we'll wait for you to come home."

I nuzzled his palm, nodding obediently.

Roderick reluctantly left, glancing back repeatedly, taking his men with him, leaving the thugs to cooperate with my plan.

He also left a camera for recording purposes.