---- Chapter 282 The men outside were strong, and they pushed the door open forcefully. Wendy staggered backward, falling onto the floor. They walked in, their kind expressions morphing into horrifying smiles. "Wendy, do you know how tiring it was, stalking you?" One of the men held a bucket in his hand as he approached Wendy. "I wish you had opened the door earlier." Wendy didn't manage to stand up in time. She could only retreat slowly from where she was on the floor.

"Who are you guys and what do you want?" she asked. "What do we want?" The man opened the lid of the metal bucket and shook the paint that was inside. "Don't worry. We're law-abiding citizens. We won't harm you." The evil smile on his face widened. Goosebumps broke out all across Wendy's body. "We're not like you. Only you could do something as dirty as disregarding a patient's life." The other man was holding a rope in his hands, anger warping his face.

"But we must teach you a lesson today so you know what you've done wrong!" Wendy finally understood the situation . The two men were deluded by the recent news and sought her out to "punish" ---- her. Ina loud voice, she said, "Trespassing is a crime. If you two leave now, I won't make a police report or sue you!" The men stiffened slightly. After glancing at each other, their gazes at Wendy when they faced her again were filled with more fury.

"If what we're doing is a crime, you should be charged with murder! Don't you think you should be in jail? I know you've got influence and power. Since the law can't do anything to you, we'll be the ones to punish you!" After saying this, the man didn't waste any more time. He approached her and tied her up tightly. Wendy could only struggle in vain against the strong man. After she was tied down, she stared as the other man raised the paint in his hand high up over his head.

Luckily, it was just paint. They weren't trying to take her life. Wendy tried to console herself, thinking to herself that only the clean-up would be troublesome. All she had to do was try not to ingest or inhale any of the paint. However, the harder she tried to calm herself, the more fearful she got. Why did she always have to be punished for things she wasn't responsible for? ---- None of this should have happened to her. James and Jenna were the ones responsible! Hatred filled her heart.

However, she was helpless. She was a sacrificial lamb without the ability to run. "Die, Wendy!" The metal bucket tilted forward. Wendy shut her eyes tightly. She even gave up on calling for help. Yet, the cold and sticky substance never fell onto her. Only a few specks of paint splattered onto her face. The sharp and heavy smell of paint pierced her nose. Wendy's eyebrows knitted together even tighter in her fear. All she heard was the sound of men fighting.

Then, she was pulled into someone's embrace. Wendy froze. She smelled a familiar fragrance and her eyes snapped open ina panic. Liam's gentle voice rang out. "Are you okay, Wendy?" He hugged Wendy tightly, his body trembling slightly. "Liam? When did you return?" she asked, surprised. She snapped back into reality and stammered hurriedly, " They, they..."