Phone Call Anxiety

"Dad, how could you be so cruel?" Laura Thomson covered her rosy cheeks. Her big pretty eyes were filled with dismay.

Mark Thomson glared at his daughter and barked, "You have to do this for our company."

"Leila Owen is also your daughter. Why don't you let her..." She retorted tearfully, her lips trembling.

"Enough, can you even match her?" Mark cut her short and waved his hand without the slightest hesitation in his eyes, "Bring her back to the room; no more mistakes."

Laura shivered in a corner, and her hair stood on end.

A streak of light suddenly came in. Rubbing his hands, a lewd Mr. Giles entered the room, saw the scared girl, and got excited, "Babe; you'll enjoy this."

Laura braced her shoulders and shuddered, "Don't... don't come any closer."

"Bitch, I spent five million yuan on buying you off, so stop pretending." Mr. Giles grabbed her shoulder, and his dark yellow nails dug into her flesh.

"Go to hell!" In her despair, Laura drew out a fruit knife from behind and stabbed the man in the belly.

In an instant, blood stained the floor and streamed to her feet like a blooming mandala.

"Ah!" She screamed and woke up from the nightmare.

She swallowed, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and felt a pricking pain from her wound.

Three years ago, Mr. Giles accused her of attempted murder, and she was found guilty. The same nightmare haunted her every night. It would not kill her but prolonged her throes.

The hellish life in prison was worse than death.

A streak of strong light cast on her face. Laura abruptly closed her eyes. Under the light, her face looked bloodless, and her messy hair covered the wound on her forehead. Three years of imprisonment witnessed her being beaten every day.

"Laura, come out." A jailer opened her cell, but his flashlight never left her for a second.

Laura frowned, wondering where they were taking her at such late hours, but had to obey.

"Lucky day, you got yourself a visitor and might not have to come back again."

"Who is it?" She panicked.

"Why do you care?" The jailer reproached.

She was led into a room with only a stool and a telephone set. In front of her was a glass wall that reflected her terrible condition.

The phone suddenly rang.

A startled Laura bounced up from the stool and had a hunch. This phone call would change her life.

"Hello!"

"Miss Thomson, please excuse me for meeting you in such a way due to your special condition." A senile voice reached her ears. A flustered Laura looked around, found no monitors in the room, and then laid her eyes on the glass.

"I can understand. Anything I can do for you?" Laura involuntarily grasped the phone.

The person laughed from the other end of the phone, "This old man only has one hope: to have a great-grandson. However, there aren't any women around my grandson. As long as you bear his seed in one year, you'll not only have a new identity to live in the world but also receive 30% shares of Future Entertainment."

Laura trembled as his father sold her off to save the very company. "Okay, you have my words." She replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Don't you need some time to think about it?"