Chapter 575 - 575: I Don’t Want To See Her

Dylan's hand glided down to her buttock, and she inhaled sharply as he started kneading gently.

He never stopped seducing her when they were alone at home.

She blushed, feeling he was particularly impatient today.

"Wait…" She stopped his hand when it glided across her b.r.e.a.s.ts, afraid Garcia would come back and see them. "Go and take a bath first..."

"You want to wash me?" He didn't let her go.

"Even Kaiden can wash himself," said Savannah, her color rising.

"Kaiden doesn't have a wife. I do." He kissed her ear.

Before Savannah could say something, he swept her off her feet and walked upstairs.

***

Early in the morning, feeble gleams of light made their way through the windows of the bedroom. Savannah got up and stretched herself.

Dylan still had some business to deal with after the business trip, so he went to the company early.

Yesterday, he had a bath with her after carrying her into the bathroom, and they had long and sweet s.e.x. He didn't separate himself from her body from the bathroom to the bedroom, and at last, she fell asleep in his arms.

He was so earnest and so impassioned last night.

Savannah had a sore back when she went downstairs.

After eating breakfast, she remembered the meeting with Devin yesterday, and the happy mood after the sweet night became a mess again.

She couldn't wait to see that son-of-a-bitch make trouble for Dylan.

She must keep the fact that Dylan had a genetic, mental illness out of the newspaper.

But what could she do to stop Devin?

Even if she could stop him this time, what would happen next time?

Savannah sat silently on the sofa in the living room all morning.

It was almost noon when she got up, changed her clothes, and went out.

She didn't call the driver Dylan arranged for her but stopped a taxi.

"Miss, where do you want to go?"

"LC Women's Detention," she said quietly.

* * *

LC Women's Detention, located in the eastern suburbs, was the only women's prison in the city.

Savannah felt a chilly wind coming from the detention at its iron gate.

Her cousin Valerie had spent more than three years in this place.

Savannah went in, led by the guards, to the visitor's room.

Her palms were wet with cold sweats after ten minutes of waiting.

Finally, Valerie, in a dark blue uniform, came out behind a female guard.

The proud and beautiful twenty-year girl now looked haggard and drawn after being tortured in prison for three years.

Her body was so thin that Savannah could almost see her skeleton. Her face was pale and wrinkled, and her hair was short and dry.

She used to be, after all, a beauty. But now she looked much older than her years, old and ugly.

Savannah looked at her cousin and sighed. She was clear that it was not only the prison life that made Valerie falling quickly, her massive bleeding after being stabbed to abortion also hurt her so much. What's more, her uterus had been removed after that, and she was told that she could never have babies… Finally, she broke down completely.

Valerie started when she saw that the visitor was Savannah, and her face showed embarrassment and resentment. She did not want Savannah to see her.

Turning around, she struggled and cried, "I don't want to see her! Take me back!"

The female guard brandished the baton in her hand and hit Valerie on her leg, "be quiet!!"

Valerie let out a w.h.i.n.e of pain and squatted on the ground, still covering her face and murmuring, "I don't want to see her... I want to go back!"

The female guard cursed as she picked Valerie up and gave Savannah a look, indicating that she couldn't help it. Valerie breathed a sigh and was about to go back with the guard when she heard Savannah's cool voice.

"Don't you want to know about Devin?"

Valerie paused and turned slowly. After a short hesitation, she withdrew her hand from the guard's arm, walked back, and sat opposite Savannah.

"Devin... Didn't old Sterling send him to Japan?" Her voice trembled a little.

In recent years, when her mother visited her in prison, she mentioned to her that Devin was sent to Japan by old Sterling.

"Yes. But he came back a few days ago." Savannah looked at Valerie with sympathy and continued, "You knew it was Devin who sent someone to stab you and kill your unborn child. You were forever deprived of the right to be a mother, but Devin? He was just sent to Japan by his family. It seemed that he got his punishment, but in fact, in this way, he avoided punishment by law. Now when he came back home, he was still the young master of the Sterling family. He still has a bright future and can enjoy different women in his arms, but you..."

Valerie's face grew darker. Her c.h.e.s.t heaved with suppressed rage.

She loved Devin so much that she had tried anything to be his wife. But he injured her with the cruelest means and let her lose the most precious thing in a woman's life.

Yes, she shouldn't have had someone else's baby in her belly, but... that was because he betrayed her first, and she was so sad that she drank herself blind in a bar…

Wasn't he so cruel as to order someone to stab her in prison?

He killed her unborn child and almost killed her, but it didn't cause a stir in his colorful life. He ruined her but got no punishment at all. After three years, he could still lead a giddy life of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

But what about her? Even if she could be released from prison several years later, she could see no hope in her future.

She was unable to bear children anymore. No man would like to marry her.

Savannah looked at Valerie's face, which was twisted with resentment, and said quietly, "are you really willing to see Devin get away with murder after hurting you? You could go to sue him for mayhem, and let him know the taste of imprisonment, or at least give him some punishment."

"Devin is the grandson of old Sterling. Who am I? Just a prisoner! How can I sue him?" Valerie smiled sadly.

"How do you know if you don't try? Anyway, you have nothing to lose. What else is there to be afraid of? The worst result is nothing but failure. Could it be worse?" Savannah gazed at her.