Chapter 2: Stepsister In Trouble

Walter squinted as sunlight flooded his face when the heavy door swung open. He shielded his eyes, lifted his head, and deeply breathed. Opening his eyes, he saw a red Porsche parked across the street. A sly grin crept across Walter's face. Inside the Porsche, Lisa sat in the driver's seat, her expression icy. "Hmph, you little brat, I've been waiting here for ten minutes!" she sneered. "Do you even know who you're dealing with?" "Out before me? Dream on! You'll never get out!" Just then, a hand appeared on the edge of the car window, tapping rhythmically with two fingers. "I've been waiting at the door for ten minutes." "So, take me to the hotel, and I'll watch you clean yourself." Walter bent down, revealing a handsome face with a devilish smile. "Ahhh!" The sudden appearance startled Lisa, turning her face pale as she instinctively leaned away. Her face turned cold and dark at the sight of Walter. She gritted her teeth. "You escaped the prison! I'd be fine if I run you over!" "I'm reporting you!" Lisa assumed Walter had broken out. However, Walter retrieved his release papers and tossed them onto her legs. "See for yourself if you can read!" he said. "Enough talk, take me downtown." Walter walked around the car, opened the door, and sat down. "Drive!" Walter ordered. At this point, Lisa was dumbfounded. Walter was released, but her investigation showed he had at least six months left to serve. What was going on? She needed to notify Irene quickly. Lisa was anxious as the car reached downtown, frequently glancing at Walter. She was dying to find out how he managed to get out early. The car stopped at the roadside, right by a hotel. "We're here. If you dare, follow me up!" "I'll strip right in front of you!" Lisa challenged, raising her chin arrogantly. Walter finally opened his eyes, yawning as he looked at the once-bustling city. "I've got things to handle. Wait for me, I'll find you tonight." With that, he pushed the car door open and left. Lisa frowned deeply. "You little punk, I'll show you my connections in Draconia tonight!" "You think you're worthy of sleeping with me?" She exited the car and headed into the hotel, phone in hand. "Turner, get twenty fighters here in ten minutes. I want to kill someone!" Her words startled passersby, who quickly stepped aside. ... Meanwhile, from memory, Walter made his way to the back alley, arriving at a row of temporary houses. He stood before one door, hesitating to knock. His eyes were red. This was his home, also his stepfather and stepmother's home. He had been adopted as a child, never knowing his origins or the fate of his biological parents. His stepmother and stepfather had showered him with love, and he had a stepsister close to him. He was lost in memories of his stepmother sewing quilts by lamplight and his stepfather chopping wood outside. Despite the harsh winter, the house was warm. The door creaked open. Walter stepped inside and encountered a middle-aged woman who stared at him, stunned. "W-Walter? You're out?" she exclaimed. "Yeah, Mrs. Clayton, I behaved well inside and got released early." "By the way, where's my sister? Is she okay?" Walter asked, feeling better seeing a familiar face. "You're finally back. Something's happened. Your stepparents passed away." "This morning, some strangers took your sister away." "I heard they are heading to the Vast Bar. You better hurry, or it'll be too late," the woman said urgently. Instantly, Walter felt his mind explode, a chill radiating from his body. The woman felt it, shivering with fright. His stepparents were dead, and his sister was kidnapped. What had happened? He couldn't dwell on it. His smile vanished, replaced by a frosty expression. He spun around and dashed out, knocking the door off its hinges, leaving the woman thinking she had seen a ghost. ... Meanwhile, inside a private room at the Vast Bar, a girl in jeans and a white shirt sat in a wheelchair, her face pale. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Freya, if you marry me, you can get the best treatment." "Maybe you'll even walk again someday." "Do you want to spend your life in a wheelchair?" A young man with slicked-back hair and a pale complexion spoke with a smirk. He rose from the couch, sipping red wine and sauntered to Freya. "Stay away, or I'll call the police!" "Take me back!" "If my brother finds out, he won't let you off!" Freya was utterly panicked. With her legs disabled, she had no way to resist the young man in front of her. "Freya, just go with Mr. Morris. He's got plenty of money!" "Besides, you're just a cripple. If it weren't for your pretty face, would Mr. Morris even notice you?" "In Draconia, there are plenty of women vying for his attention. You wouldn't stand a chance if he didn't like your innocent charm." Inside the room, a girl dressed provocatively and heavily made-up spoke mockingly. "Caroline, how can you say that? Walter went to prison for beating up Luke because of you, and instead of repaying him, you accused him." "Now you're with Luke again. Are you even human?" Freya shouted in anger. Luke was before her, and she tried to wheel herself away. At that moment, two strong men blocked her wheelchair. Tears streamed down Freya's face, driven by anger and helplessness than fear. "Haha, your convict brother will never get out!" "Competing with me for women? He's not worthy!" Luke sneered, arrogance oozing from his demeanor. "Exactly! Walter is a useless pauper!" "I only felt sorry for him then, so I dated him. He'll never be successful!" "Not like Luke, who buys me whatever I want. Look at this bag, over a thousand dollars! Could Walter afford that?" Caroline flaunted her bag, her face full of pride, without a hint of remorse. "You despicable couple!" "Walter was blind to commit a crime for you!" Freya bellowed, though her voice was weak and powerless. "Freya, in your current state, even God can't save you!" Luke laughed maniacally. "If you don't want to follow me, then sign over your family's house. I'll give you a share when I get the demolition money!" "Otherwise, I'll take you right here on your wheelchair. Haha, it'll be thrilling!" Luke, with a sickly grin, lunged at her. Freya was terrified. She tried to evade him, but it was too late. The two strong men pinned her shoulders from behind. "Luke, you bastard, get off me!" "My brother's out, he won't spare you!" Freya struggled, biting down on Luke's arm. Luke yelped in pain and jumped back, his face twisted with malice. He slapped her face. Freya fell from her wheelchair, which then toppled onto her. A red handprint appeared on her cheek. In pain, she lowered her head, gritting her teeth as tears soaked her hair. She endured the pain and humiliation, trying to get up. Luke, furious, grabbed her hair and dragged her toward the door. "Let go of me. Please... let go..." Freya sobbed, the pain unbearable. She clung desperately to Luke's arm, lest her hair be ripped out. "Bitch, you dare bite me?" "Today, I will have you, then send nude photos to your imprisoned brother!" "He'll thank me!" Luke was utterly deranged. He yanked Freya's hair and glanced at the two strong men. They rushed over, grabbing Freya's clothes and tearing them. Rip! Freya felt a chill as her clothes were shredded, revealing her worn, frayed underwear. Her eyes lost their light, despair etched on her face as she lay there, arms falling to her sides. Luke watched with satisfaction, starting to undo his belt.