His Personal Fucktoy? This Doll Just Snatched His Strings... And His World Is Unraveling novel Chapter 5

There was so much blood on the operating table.

Garrett thought about what he’d just heard those med students say. A feeling he couldn’t explain rose up in his chest–panic.

Who could the person here be?

A name popped into his head, but the next second, he pushed the thought away.

It had to be a coincidence.

Garrett called his assistant right away.

“Find out where my wife was actually taken.”

To Garrett, I shouldn’t have been at the hospital right now.

Even though he’d told Melody he’d make me a teaching model, he’d never actually given that order.

He’d only said it to calm Melody down.

No matter what, I was his woman. With Garrett’s pride, he wouldn’t let any man besides him touch me.

But those guys‘ words kept playing in his head.

Garrett’s eyebrows stayed pulled tight. Frustration built up in his chest.

His voice woke up Melody, who’d been sleeping next to him. She got up and walked over to Garrett.

When she saw the blood on the operating table, something like victory flashed in her eyes.

But the next second, she covered her mouth like she was scared and hid in Garrett’s arms.

“Ah, what happened? Why is there so much blood?”

Garrett’s lips pressed into a thin line. He patted her lightly to comfort her.

“It’s fine. Don’t be scared.”

“I’ll have someone come clean it up.”

Soon, his assistant called.

Garrett walked a few steps away before answering.

“Mr. Hale, our people didn’t pick up Mrs. Hale, but someone saw her go to the hospital.”

“What’s she doing at the hospital?”

After asking, Garrett remembered my broken wrist. Something quick moved through his eyes.

“Find out where she is now.”

After hanging up, Garrett stood there for a few seconds, thinking about something.

He figured I’d come to the hospital to get my broken wrist fixed. He thought he’d hear soon that I was home.

Chapter 3

But three whole hours passed, and his assistant still hadn’t found where I was.

Instead, he found something else.

“Sir, I just came from the holding cell and asked about Mrs. Hale. You need to see this.”

With that, the assistant sent everything straight to Garrett.

Garrett opened the photos-

Someone stomping on me and beating me.

Someone grabbing my hair and abusing me…

My whole body was covered in injuries. It looked horrifying.

Especially my hands–they hung at weird angles, lifeless, like a doll with no soul.

Garrett’s hand holding the phone turned white at the knuckles. He stared at the photos hard. His voice went cold as ice.

“What the hell is this? Who touched her?”

The assistant looked like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. A few seconds later, he forced the words out.

“I asked the people inside. They said… they said you gave them the order.”

“IMPOSSIBLE!”

Garrett said it with total certainty. His face looked dark enough to drip ink.

“Find out who the hell dared to touch my woman!”

Garrett didn’t open those photos again, but every single image burned into his brain like a brand.

Pressure built up in his chest–something he didn’t even understand himself.

Garrett’s face stayed dark. Suddenly he thought of something and made another call.

Before long, those med students got brought in front of him.

“What did you just do in there?”

“Whose blood is that?”

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