But I still took my luggage to the cabin.
There were fruits and drinks on the table in the cabin.
There was a lot of ice in the ice bucket.
The ice hardly melted. It seemed that someone just put it down before I got on board.
“Is there anyone?”
I shouted and looked around.
No one answered me.
I felt more and more uneasy.
Jump!
As soon as the idea came out, I quickly left my luggage and ran out. As soon as I ran to the door of the cabin, a tall figure came from outside. He stopped me.
“Ward?”
I was afraid to see this man.
Why was he here?
“Hello, Miss Carter.” Ward looked at my face. “Miss Carter’s face looks better today than before. It reminds me of a person.”
“What are you going to do?” I was not in the mood to talk to Ward at all.
I thought he was terrible. It was strange that he was here.
I was alert, so Ward said sadly, “Miss Carter, I’m so kind to you, but you’re alert to me. I will be sad.”
Today Ward was wearing a basketball suit. His long hair was still tied.
He walked slowly to the sofa and sat down. He reached out and picked up a cut watermelon and ate it. He asked me, “do you want to eat it?”
I looked back and saw that the ship had left the shore. If I jumped now, I couldn’t go back.
“What are you going to do?” I stepped back and looked at Ward with great vigilance.
“Wait a minute.” Ward bowed his head and ate the watermelon seriously. He spat out watermelon seeds and wiped his hands carefully. He looked up at me. “Miss Carter, who is the woman you hate the most in your life?”
“What?”
I couldn’t understand what Ward was saying.
“Didn’t I make it clear? Who is the woman you hate the most?”
Ward asked me.
Who was the woman I hate the most?
Molly.
The first answer that came to my mind was her. The turning points of my life were closely related to her.
She forced me to get what I didn’t expect and couldn’t touch and then tried to push me down and break me to pieces.
I went to jail and had an abortion. She even made me think I was raped.
I didn’t speak, but Ward still looked confident. “It seems that Miss Carter has the answer in mind.”
“No.” I calmly said, “I don’t hate anyone. If there must be, it’s just me.”
Everything was my own choice.
That was right.
“Really?” Ward leaned on the sofa. He smiled at me strangely, “but I think Miss Carter should hate Carter Family. You should hate your cruel sister Molly.”
I was stunned to hear the name. I said, “what do you want to do?”
Ward mentioned Molly at this time. There must be something wrong.
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