When Marilyn heard this, she smiled and said, "Roland, I don't have that much ambition. I just want to know where she took me away from.
"Back then, it was indeed Margie who hit me and took me away. I only found out about this later."
Marilyn thought of what Margie had just said. Margie said, "Marilyn, I know that you hate me. You hate me for treating you like that back then. There is nothing I can do about it. People are selfish. You are not my biological child. Why should I treat you well?
"This was your fate. You should accept it.
"Now you have attached yourself to Malcolm, the richest guy in Fielddell. Do you want him to avenge you?"
Those words were hurtful.
How could Margie say "This is your fate. You should accept it"?
Her life was up to her, so why should she accept her fate?
Roland's voice rang out, "Lynn if you put it that way. I have an idea."
Marilyn said, "Roland, tell me!"
"Lynn, Margie is in a panic now. You can take this opportunity to find out what happened to you back then."
Marilyn smiled and said, "Roland, I understand what you mean. I know what to do."
"Okay! Be careful. Call me if you need anything."
Marilyn nodded. "Alright, got it. Thank you, Roland."
Marilyn said and hung up the phone.
She tidied up her desk and got up to go to the canteen.
Alaina had already left.
Outside the office, it was quiet upstairs.
She could not help but glance at Malcolm's office. The door to the office was closed and they went out too.
She took the elevator to the canteen, and many employees who had already finished their meals came out and greeted her when they saw her.
"Ms. Chapman."
"Ms. Chapman."
"Yes!" Marilyn smiled and nodded to them.
No one dared to mention the news that happened that day, and everyone was only secretly discussing Marilyn and Malcolm.
They didn't dare to say anything in public.
Suddenly, a roar came from behind Marilyn. "Marilyn, go to hell!"
Marilyn turned back, and she saw Sandy with a small red bucket in her hand, throwing the liquid in it toward Marilyn.
Marilyn was shocked and stared at the fruit juice that was pouring on her.
She was particularly sensitive to the smell of fruit juice. When she smelled it, she knew what Sandy was going to do to her.
"Lynn." Malcolm had just finished his meal when he saw what was going on, which made him stunned.
He ran to Marilyn at the fastest speed.
Julian, Sergio, and Terence all shuddered at the sight.
Who the hell was this?
Marilyn was the most important person to Malcolm.
Julian felt that Sandy was toast.
There came a sound.
All the fruit juice splashed all over Marilyn, from head to toe.
No matter how fast Malcolm was, he was still late.
"What!" Marilyn cried out in alarm. Her fair and sensitive skin instantly became red and swollen. Marilyn's entire body quickly trembled, and she slowly fell to the ground.
"Lynn! Lynn! Lynn!" Malcolm's urgent voice sounded like his heart was tearing apart.
Malcolm ran behind Marilyn. He looked at the fruit juice on her body and her trembling figure. His pupils suddenly contracted as if he had lost his soul. His deep eyes looked at Marilyn with great pain.
Marilyn firmly bit her lips, not letting herself fall down. If she fell down, she would lose.
Julian glanced at Terence and whispered, "Terence, go to the garage and drive a car here."
Terence nodded quickly. He had never seen Malcolm so nervous about a woman. As soon as Julian spoke, he immediately ran outside.
Sandy sounded crazy and gloating. She then said, "Marilyn, I knew it was you."
Malcolm suddenly came back to his senses, and a strong wind howled on his face.
He picked up the small bucket on the ground and ruthlessly smashed it at Sandy's face. But the bucket was too light and was deflected by Sandy.
His terrifying gaze penetrated the hearts of the people, and he glanced at Julian not far away. "Julian, send this crazy woman to the police station!"
As he spoke, he quickly bent down, picked up Marilyn, who was covered in fruit juice, and ran out as fast as he could.
Everyone could see how much Malcolm cared about Marilyn at this moment. His tall and straight body was trembling. His affectionate eyes were filled with fear.
Velma also saw this. What she did not expect was that Sandy would be so crazy and come here to cause Marilyn trouble.
Malcolm had just left the company gate when Terence had already driven the car out.
He shouted, "Malcolm, quick, get into the car!"
When Malcolm saw this, all the unhappiness he had towards Terence before instantly disappeared.
Terence finally did something good.
He held Marilyn and got into the car as fast as possible.
"Let's go to the hospital," Malcolm shouted urgently.
Terence started the car quickly and drove to the nearest hospital.
Malcolm took out the cardboard box in the car, pulled out a tissue, and carefully wiped the juice off Marilyn's face.
Marilyn trembled in his arms. She had already fainted, and the skin on her face began to swell.
Malcolm looked at it, both angry and distressed.
He said to her gently, "Lynn, Lynn, how are you?"
"It hurts..." Marilyn softly said. Her skin was burning with pain.
This kind of familiar feeling made her collapse. No matter how strong she was, at that moment, she had a breakdown.
Malcolm looked at her red and swollen little face, and his whole body trembled. The corners of his lips could not help but tremble.
"Lynn, hold on. We'll arrive at the hospital soon. It won't hurt anymore in a while." his gentle voice rang in her ears.
Marilyn closed her eyes tightly. She seemed to have fallen into darkness just now and was pulled back by a gentle voice.
The scenes of the past in the Chambers family appeared in her mind as if they were movies.
"Marilyn, how could you do better than me! You were the one who made me get scolded. I'll kill you." as the vicious voice rang out, the fruit juice had already drenched her entire body.
Again and again, she was scared. She was in pain! Her heart was so painful!
"It hurts. Don't do this to me. Please..." Marilyn said in a dream.
Looking at Marilyn like this, Malcolm felt an indescribable pain all over his body. The position of his chest seemed to be cut by a sharp knife. The pain made it difficult for him to breathe.
"Lynn, it won't hurt in a while. It won't hurt in a while." Malcolm hugged her tightly. The soft and painful voice entered Marilyn's ears. Marilyn seemed to have been comforted, and she gradually became quiet.