975 I am an evil and heartless woman.

She suddenly hooked the corners of her lips and broke out into a sad and bitter laughter. "I'm insensible, unreasonable, evil, and heartless. Yes, I'm such a woman; do you know me now?!"

Just as his glare turned colder, she broke free from his grip without warning and hollered uncontrollably, "Since you love her so much, then I'll return her the hand that I've broken, alright?! I'll return what I've broken!"

She rushed to the wall, curled her hand into a tight fist, and bashed it against the wall!

There was a loud pong!

The fist landed with much force!

Too startled by her action, he immediately sprang into action. He walked over to her side and grabbed her hand hard!

Looking down, he could see that her knuckles had turned red and swollen!

"Why are you doing this?!"

He was furious; this woman would rather hurt herself than give in to him. Must she be so headstrong?!

"Why must you be so stubborn?!"

He was feeling hurt and angry when his eyes happened to land on her shoulder. There were some strange markings on it.

He stopped talking at once and pulled at her clothes and found bloody streak marks, which were seemingly caused by sharp fingernails.

These streak marks were deep and red despite the wounds being superficial.

"What is this?!" he asked.

She lifted her hand and slapped his hand away before crossing her arms to hug herself as she slowly stooped low.

She looked helpless and desperate, just like a person adrift in the ocean, with no shoreline in sight, and beaten down by relentless waves.

He bent down and pulled her in his arms. Ignoring her struggles, he started inspecting her body.

Not just her shoulders, even her arms, elbows, knees, calves, and waist had the bloody markings, too. In fact, all of her skin that he could see had scratch marks of varying degree.

Some scratches were superficial and others were deep, having broken through the skin. Although she had applied ointment, it was not hard to tell how ugly the wounds had been at first.

"Who did all these?!" demanded the man in his baritone voice. Why did she have so many injuries on her body?!

Someone must have scratched her, obviously!

The moment he looked at these scratch marks, he was immediately reminded of cat fights between women.

When men fought, it would usually be a battle of strength, whereas for women, it could turn nasty and crazy!

It would turn into a hair-pulling, slapping or a wild-scratching tussle!

He had seen how bad it could turn out when women fought, and it was apparent that the injuries on her were caused by another woman.

She bowed her head and ignored him. Other than giving him a snort, she maintained her silence.

The man looked through her whole body.

Fingernail markings were hidden under her hair on one side of her face; they were not obvious unless one took a closer look.

His gaze turned sharp and cold. This was when he saw a small, deep tear at the corner of her lips.

It was a shocking sight!

To him, women were fragile. Just like a delicate flower, if a man did not pay attention, she could get hurt!

Hence, he was always careful with this woman of his, ensuring that he would not cause harm to her in any way.

After all, there was a disparity in strength between men and women!

Alas, the woman whom he had always been carefully protecting was bullied and injured by others. The chill in his heart reached a tipping point and continued to churn beyond!