Chapter 1810: Chapter 1813: The Farce at the Wedding (3)

"Hmm, ah—"

In a situation where no one was prepared, a woman's seductive moan poured out from the big screen.

Hannah Ford curled up completely, hugging her arms, helplessly closing her eyes, not daring to watch the images on the screen.

She felt dirty and useless, as those burly men reminded her of countless days and nights of being humiliated in the basement.

Her cold indifference towards Lily Redington also reminded her of Bella Scott's blood-covered hand reaching towards her before she died, and her sorrowful yet incredulous gaze.

She hugged her arms, not feeling secure enough, then covered her ears.

She didn't dare to look, didn't dare to listen—she couldn't face the people on the screen anymore.

Until—

"Hannah Ford, what the hell is going on! Why is Evelyn in there!!!"

As Hannah Ford was in a state of ignorance and unawareness, her body was suddenly seized, and the violent shaking made her lift her head from her sensory-deprived world.