Kill Me, Heal Me

Chapter 7 She Didn't Help That Woman.

Outside the door, steady footsteps were gradually close to her. The sound made she frightened.

In the restroom, Belle grabbed the clothes and her face was pale. Because of the anxiousness, the knuckles became white. She can't stop shaking. When the footsteps finally appeared on the opposite side of her, the fear and tension reached the peak. She widened her eyes, and her face was extremely terrible, as if she would die immediately in the next second.

Outside... There was just one door between them.

She did not want to imagine or dare imagine, if he opened the door, what should she do?

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After so many years, how could he do such unreasonable things as breaking into the restroom because of an irrelevant name?

She calmed down a little.

At this time, outside the door, Ethan whose face was terrible looked at the closed door, raised his long fingers and knocked.

Belle’s heart raced.

"Brother Ethan, what are you doing here?" Oliver walked to Ethan curiously. His respectable brother was preparing to knock. It was right to knock on the door, but why was it the door of the restroom???

Oliver was shocked.

Ethan glanced at him, took his hand back, and walked out coldly..

Oliver had to follow him closely, like a little brother, who was submissive. When he came to the corner, the man in front of him stopped suddenly, and he almost ran into him. Ethan stared at him and stepped towards the restroom.

The restroom door was still closed.

It was very subtle to hear the peeing sound coming from inside, but when you heard that sound, you can form a picture in your mind.

Oliver was shocked by his bad taste again.

Did Ethan come to eavesdrop on the sound from the restroom?

His bad taste...It was very disgusting!

The woman inside was afraid. Ethan just stopped for a moment, then turned around and left. This time, he walked very smartly. Oliver was relieved. After they left the area, he asked carefully: "Brother Ethan, what was that just now?"

He still didn't believe that Ethan could have such a habit. If it was spread out, the famous master of Mo family would lose face.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask," Ethan warned

"Yes, if you don't want me to ask, I wouldn’t."

Until she was sure that the people outside were gone, Belle took a breath. Her back, forehead and even palm were cold and sweaty. She can't remember how long she had not been so nervous and scared. Even when she escaped from that ghost place, she was not afraid. As if she lived well in the last second, she would become a ghost in the next moment.

Life was precious!

The most bustling time of "underground entertainment club" was from 10:00 p.m. to 3:00 a.m.. It was known as the "heaven on earth" high-level club. For Belle and other staffs, it was a hell on earth.

"There are vomits in box 088 and 056. Hurry up and clean up." Anni Yao, the foreman, walking the catwalk, turned to Belle and shouted to them, "Be quickly. You should serve the guests well in the box. If something goes wrong, I will take out your skin."

Several people rushed to clean up.

Belle and another person were assigned to box 088. After entering, she found that the light in the room was dim. Several men sat on the sofa, and each of them was surrounded by one or two young models, drinking and chatting. One of the guests vomited to the ground after drinking too much wine. A young model was patting on his back gently. "President Xu, do you want to drink some sober-up tea?"

"No...No need... " Aiden's face was bad because of vomiting. After getting up, he threw the woman aside and opened a bottle of red wine from the crystal tea table.

Belle walked by silently, and did not disturb anyone to clean up the filth on the ground. Aiden seemed to notice that there was a person beside him. He glanced at her, and then took his eyes back. He was indifferent.

At this time, a familiar voice sounded in the dark. "Aiden, if you can't drink, don't drink. You just waste some good wine."

The voice was familiar. Belle thought of the man named Oliver she met in the restroom before. She held the mop tightly.

What a coincidence!

She lowered her head for fear of hearing the sound. The speed of mopping was getting faster and faster. Just a few more wipes, she can finish it. She was relieved.

At this time, the door of the private room opened and a young man came in holding a woman. To be correct, he grabbed the woman's hair with one hand and grabbed her neck with the other hand. The woman's expression was painful and she screamed. Then she was pushed to the ground, covering her neck and coughing badly.

The way Belle left was blocked by the the man and the woman.

"Did this woman offend you?" Oliver looked at them with doubts.

The cheeks of woman on the ground were swollen. She had disheveled hair, and bloody mouth, curling up on the ground, and shivering.

Belle froze and kept her head lower, even hoping to bury her head to the ground.

"Help me. Please help me..." There were two white and slender hands in the sight. The woman clutched her trousers and cries: "help me! He will kill me. Please help me..."

In the private room, many people looked at her. They may doubt or despise her, making her back burning. She was so nervous.

Ignore her!

As if I didn't see her!

Belle held back. For a moment, she felt like she was in the ice cellar in the cold winter, and her fingers were stiff even she can’t move them.

She can't help her.

There were so many poor and miserable people in the world. She was not a Bodhisattva or a Virgin Mary. Just like she once fell into hell, no one saved her and helped her. Everyone wished he could trample her under his feet.

She was used to it. She was numb.

The woman still begged her."Would you please say something for me? Please, or I will die... "

She has seen many scenes like this.

Belle was in a trance, and her nose suddenly became sour. At the beginning, was there really no one to save her?

No. There was!

When she was on the verge of despair, someone reached out to her. It was a beautiful and warm hand. So far, she remembered the temperature in her palm.

However, the man turned into a corpse.

"I'm sorry. I still have a job. I am leaving."

There was no mood in her hoarse voice. Belle bit her lower lip, lowered her head and shook off the woman's hand, and hurried across her to the door.