"Natasha, I'm sorry. Does it hurt?"

"Can you forgive me?"

Wendy hurriedly said, "don't say that. No matter what you do, I won't blame you."

"What else should I do to make you forgive me?"

Sandera smiled sarcastically. "Then you can kneel down."

Wendy waved her hand in panic, "no..."

I have already knelt down in front of the three of them.

Wendy was a little flustered and said to Winson, "Winson, please let go of my uncle. I don't want Natasha to hate me more. Can you help me?"

Ignoring Wendy's words, Winson said to Philip, "take them out."

"Yes, sir," said Philip, as he walked up to Villson...