She was probably shocked. Heather was a specific prisoner under Night Hawk, and no one dared to do anything to her, but River Sparrow actually...
In front of Heather, River Sparrow showed her ruthless side, "Heather, if the master hadnât said to spare your life, I would have torn you to pieces!"
"Actually, you can do that, and I would thank you instead."
If she died, for Ah Nian, it would be easier to rescue than if she lived.
River Sparrow hated herself for wanting to kill her but couldnât. The hatred overwhelmed her, and her hand clutched Heatherâs neck forcefully: "Luo Xuan died because of you! If it werenât for you, he wouldnât have died in the wild, devoured by wolves!"
Heather raised her head to meet her gaze.
Was that Luo Xuanâs final fate?
Facing Ah Nian, she couldnât plead. Luo Xuan would never forgive him for what he did to her.
"At that time, I vowed that if you ever fell into our hands again, I would make sure you died the same way!" River Sparrow said with malice, "When the master finishes what he wants to do, Iâll ask him to hand you over to me. By then, just wait for death!"
Heather, being strangled, couldnât speak, so all she could do was respond to her with a gaze.
As her face flushed red and she was about to suffocate, River Sparrow finally released her, and pressed a mechanism on the wall, retracting the chains on her limbs.
After being locked up for days, the iron chains had already worn through the surroundings, and she had developed a fever due to infection. Knowing she was tenacious and wouldnât die, they just left her there, uncared for.
When she was taken out of the dark room by River Sparrow, her whole body was covered in blood stains, most of which had already dried, turning dark brown.
The wound on the pinky of her right hand was also untreated and festered.
Heather walked behind River Sparrow, her vision somewhat blurred, her head dizzy, almost unable to go on.
Heather walked slowly, and River Sparrow, noticing she hadnât caught up, became impatient, turned around, and grabbed her collar, pulling her in front of her: "Who are you trying to waste time on, dragging your feet like this? Move faster!"
After being released, Heather took a few more steps, and her body started to sway.
Suddenly, she fell to the ground.
River Sparrow grabbed her up, pulling her hair backwards: "Heather, what are you pretending for here?! Are you really so frail?"
Whether she believed it or not, Heatherâs eyes gradually closed, failing to hear River Sparrowâs curses.
It seemed she could feel her kicking her body, but there was no sense of pain.
In the last few seconds before losing consciousness, she could still feel her being lifted and slammed against the wall.
River Sparrowâs actions had reached a level of pathological torment.
Her hatred for Heather was deep-rooted, her gaze seemingly eager to devour her, and even though she had no response, she was still unwilling to let go.
"Lord River Sparrow..." Seeing Heatherâs forehead bleeding from the impact, River Sparrowâs subordinates were already terrified but didnât know how to stop her.
If this continued, Heather would be tortured to death by her alive!
How would they explain to the master?
River Sparrow suddenly drew the dagger from her waist, the sharp blade tracing her cheek, saying viciously, "Donât you want to be disfigured? Iâll make that wish come true!"
"Lord River Sparrow..." Her subordinates were very nervous. The master hadnât said she could treat Heather this way!