Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 113: Chapter 113

Jim stormed in, dagger in hand.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Gemma was taken aback, stepping in front of me without thinking.
"This bitch almost killed me. I'm gonna mess her up—scratch her face, pierce her muscles. She'll learn not to mess with me!" Jim glared at me, full of rage.
He seemed to have put a lot of thought into what he would do to me.
Gemma's face tightened. "Forrest gave orders, no one's touching her. You better leave now, or you'll regret it."
"Gemma, you think you can talk to me like that just 'cause you slept with Forrest?" Jim was losing it. "You really think Forrest won't back me if I decide to hurt you instead?"
He took a step closer, grabbing Gemma by the neck, the dagger pressed to her chest.
Gemma wasn't backing down. Without hesitation, she drove her knee into Jim's stomach.
"Argh!" Jim shouted, crumbling to the floor, clutching himself. He swore, but he recovered quickly, reaching down to grab the dagger.
Then the door to the secret room swung open. Forrest walked in, kicking Jim hard in the back.
Jim hit the ground, and Forrest stepped on his back, eyes like ice. "You want to rebel?"
"No! Forrest, how could I?" Jim scrambled up, his eyes shooting daggers at me. "This head wound, I can't just take it. If I hadn't been found last night, I'd be dead! You've gotta back me up!"
Forrest chuckled darkly, lifting his foot off Jim and pulling him to his feet. He pointed at me with a smirk. "I don't like her either. I'm thinking of killing her too."
Jim's eyes lit up at the idea.
However, then Forrest narrowed his eyes as he spoke in a low voice. "But Big Boss specifically told us to keep her alive. You're not thinking of disobeying him, are you?"
At the mention of "Big Boss," Jim's whole demeanor shifted. His face went from angry to scared, like he had seen something terrifying.
Jim lowered his head, now speaking in a respectful tone. "I wouldn't dare go against the orders."
Forrest gave him a pat on the shoulder with a grin. "Good. Now get out and do your job."
Once Jim left, Forrest sent Gemma out too. Before she shut the door, she gave me a look—like she was trying to tell me something without saying a word.
I frowned, staring at Forrest. I had no idea why he was here, or who this "Big Boss" was. But I knew asking him wouldn't get me anywhere, so I decided not to bother.
He had shot at me already. It wasn't a killing shot, but we were definitely enemies now.
A few days on this island had made me bolder than before. I was done being passive.
I snapped, "If you're too scared to kill me, then stop wasting my time. Get out of here."
Forrest glanced at me, then at my injured leg, before smirking and suddenly squeezing the wound.
"Ah!" The pain hit hard, and I couldn't stop myself from gasping. I pulled away from him, angry. "What the hell are you doing?"
Forrest's grin deepened, his voice turning sinister. "Ms. Hinton, you're only half-right. I can't kill you, but I can make you wish you were dead." His smile was cold, almost like he enjoyed it.
I clenched my jaw, my body shaking from the pain. He was trying to mess with my head. I couldn't let him win.
Ignoring the fear creeping up, I shot back, "You won't dare killing me, or making me wish I were dead. Shooting me already went against your Big Boss's orders. You're probably shitting yourself right now, thinking about the consequences."
Even though I had no idea who the man was, it was clear from Forrest's reaction after I got hurt. He immediately sent Gemma in to treat my wound, which said a lot.
The moment I finished speaking, Forrest's expression turned cold.
He gave me a long, calculating look before getting to his feet. With a shrug, he said, "Forget it. His orders have their own reasons. Maybe he just wants to keep you alive... so he can kill you himself later."
I was taken aback. What kind of deep hate did this "Big Boss" have for me?
Without another word, Forrest left the room. The whole day passed, and no one brought me anything—no food, no water.
I laid there, cold and weak in the dark room, feeling my strength fade. The fever medicine Gemma gave me wasn't working. My body was on fire one moment, then freezing the next. My cough got worse, and my chest ached with every breath.
I started to realize that if this went on, I might end up with pneumonia. I heard footsteps outside the door and thought it was Gemma coming with some food. I rushed over to the door.
But nothing happened. I stood there waiting, but the door stayed shut. "Gemma? Is that you?" I called out.
The door cracked open slightly, and something slithered inside from the shadows. It crawled right past my feet.
The room was barely lit by a dim bulb, but in the faint light, I froze. A black snake—thick as my arm—curled up in the corner, hissing at me.
This wasn't an accident. I wondered if Forrest had let this snake in on purpose. Was he trying to scare me, or was this some twisted lesson?
I hated snakes. I was terrified, so much so that I couldn't even breathe properly. My mouth felt dry as I watched it, praying it wouldn't come closer.
Then, it moved, slithering in my direction. "Don't come any closer!" I yelled, panic rising in my chest.
The black snake seemed to respond to my scream, pausing for a moment before retreating to the corner.
My whole body was shaking, and I couldn't help but panic. The room was tiny, and there was no way out.
A wave of dread hit me. Was this really how it was going to end? A snake bite in this damn room?
Just as I was losing hope, I heard footsteps outside the door. I yelled as loud as I could, "Help! There's a snake in here!"
The snake seemed even more agitated by my scream, and this time, it didn't back down. It lunged straight for me.
The door was suddenly slammed open.
Gemma rushed in, moving fast. She grabbed the snake right by the neck, stopping it just inches from me.
She studied me for a second, then asked, "This is a poisonous snake king. Where did you get it?"
I stared at her, completely confused, wondering if she was joking or if this was serious.
"You think I just decided to play with a poisonous snake for fun?" I said, still shaky. "Someone let it in here."