The Unwanted Daughter: When Love Comes Too Late Chapter 320: Nightmares

The drugs looked homemade. Doctors couldn't identify them—just that they cranked up pleasure tenfold.

The only one who might know what they were—Norris—had lost his mind. No matter how much the doctors asked, he couldn't answer.

When Andrew stepped into the hospital room, he saw Norris sitting on the bed, clutching his blanket into a ball, sometimes smacking the mattress with his hand.

Andrew never imagined he would see Norris like this.

They'd grown up together as best friends. In Andrew's mind, Norris had always been calm, noble, and untouchable.

And what the doctor said earlier—the scars, the shameful marks on Norris's body—Andrew couldn't believe it. Norris had always been disciplined, clean, above temptation. He'd never do those things.

But doctors had no reason to lie.

And those drugs ... deep down, Andrew sensed this was why Tracy had told him to see Norris.

He stepped closer, careful with his voice. "Norris, do you still recognize me?"

Norris slowly turned his head. His face looked dull, unfocused.

He stared for a long time before whispering, "Andrew ... "

Andrew let out a shaky breath of relief. At least Norris remembered him. He leaned in quickly. "Norris, what happened to you? Why are you like this?"

Norris's stayed blank for a while, like his brain was struggling to catch up. Then, suddenly, terror flickered across his face.

He lunged forward, grabbing Andrew's shoulders so hard it felt like his bones might snap.

"Andrew! Save Tracy!

"We were wrong. All of us were wrong! Don't send her back there—it's hell! That place is full of demons!

"Demons ... all demons! Get away from me! Get away!

"I'm sorry ... Tracy ... I shouldn't have tricked you. I shouldn't have dragged you there ...

"I don't want it! No! It's filthy! So filthy! Ah!"

Norris lost control. One moment, he was pounding his fists into his head; the next, he was clawing at his own body.

His strength was terrifying. Within seconds, his hospital gown tore apart, exposing his skin.

Knife wounds. Burns. Claw marks. And worse—shameful marks no one should ever bear.

Andrew froze. He'd never seen Norris like this, scarred and broken. He stood rooted to the floor, almost getting caught in the chaos himself.

Doctors burst in and quickly sedated Norris.

Andrew didn't move. His face drained of color as he watched Norris go from raging to limp. His mind spun, but his body felt numb.

He wasn't a fool. Far from it. He was smart, sharp, that's why he'd taken over Jackman Enterprises at such a young age.

And even from Norris's broken rambling, Andrew had pieced together enough to see the outline of the truth.

This ruin of Norris was connected to Angelic Etiquette Academy.

A memory stabbed him. Since Tracy had come back from Angelic Etiquette Academy, she never showed her arms or legs. Even in evening gowns, she kept herself covered tightly.

Could it be?

Andrew's eyes dropped to Norris's scarred body, and his chest tightened with dread.

What had Tracy lived through in those two years?

Fear crept up his spine, making the air feel heavy, choking.

He didn't even check on Norris again. He just stumbled out of the room in a daze.

He didn't know how he left the hospital. Didn't know how he drove home.

Benjamin greeted him at the door, but Andrew brushed past him, lost in thought, heading straight to his bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall.

This isn't real. It can't be real. He repeated it over and over. He told himself there had to be some mistake. He couldn't face the truth he had already guessed.

But every time he closed his eyes, he saw Tracy after Angelic Etiquette Academy—her changes, her silence, her distance. And Norris's broken screams.

That night, even in sleep, nightmares clawed at him. He saw Norris's scars. Then the same scars carved into Tracy's skin. He woke up drenched in sweat, gasping for air.

For days, he wandered like a ghost, barely functioning. But in the end, he knew he couldn't run from it. He had to know. He had to find out what Tracy endured in Angelic Etiquette Academy. If he didn't, it would drive him insane.

Andrew made up his mind. He poured all his energy into digging up the truth.

He didn't realize how powerful the forces behind Angelic Etiquette Academy were, or what kind of disaster he was about to trigger. He didn't even bother hiding his tracks.

Luckily, Ronald caught wind of his investigation before the Academy did. He erased Andrew's trail, covering everything.

Not for Andrew's sake. But to keep Andrew's recklessness from dragging Tracy down with him.