Chapter 802
The sky was getting darker, and Sheila had been kneeling in the yard reading for two hours.
The torment she endured was far beyond what she had imagined, a thousand times worse!
As she progressed through the pages, not only did her knees ache, but her throat also grew dry, her voice hoarse, and the lashes on her back, untreated, grew increasingly painful
Sheila thought she could not bear it any longer.
However, fainting would not end her misery.
Paul and John were tough guys. They woke her up with a splash of cold water to the face.
The price of waking up was to continue reading.
Sheila struggled weakly for another half hour when suddenly, without warning, the sky began to pour.
She felt a glimmer of hope, turning to Paul as if silently challenging him with her gaze.
All the scriptures were made of paper. If they got wet, the ink would smudge, making the text unreadable. Yet, to her dismay, Paul disdainfully took away all the paper books from the box, revealing a pile of scriptures made of waterproof papers underneath.
It turned out that Sheena had prepared the large box in anticipation of rain.
The text on these waterproof papers would not affect readability even when it rained.
Drenched in the bone–chilling rain, Sheila looked at the bible in her hand and chuckled sarcastically,” Sheena, you’re really well–prepared!”
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Paul, noticing she still had Sheena on her mind, reminded her gruffly, “Read faster. It’s already 10 p.m. If you keep dawdling, you might not sleep tonight.”
In the countryside, people usually rose and slept early.
Having tended to her semi–paralyzed husband, Margaret had long since turned off the lights and
gone to bed.
At night, the occasional barking of farm dogs coupled with the sound of rain falling on the tiles and Sheila’s hoarse recitation, created an unexpectedly harmonious melody.
Paul stood quietly under the eaves, holding an umbrella.
The rain grew heavier, and the spring chill was so cold that it could make anyone shiver.
It was raining in Svelton too.”
Sheena had just finished bathing and lazily sat on the bed, applying pregnancy–safe body lotion.
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Elliot sat obediently behind her, skillfully massaging her shoulders and neck.
“Nana, I heard that Corey…”
Sheena’s hand, applying lotion, suddenly froze.
Elliot noticed it, and he continued, “I heard Corey didn’t sign the inheritance agreement today. Ricky went to the Lawson estate to find him, and he came out shortly after.”
“So what?” Sheena said expressionlessly. “He always wanted the inheritance. He’ll sign eventually. Refusing a couple of times now is just to make me feel guilty, that’s all.”
Hearing her explanation, Elliot did not say anything more. He obediently continued massaging with just the right pressure.
The atmosphere in the bedroom quickly returned to normal, accompanied by the sound of rain outside, yet there was a subtle chill lingering.
Before long, the two were getting ready to sleep.
Suddenly, Ford knocked on the door.
“Miss, uh… Mr. Corey is here, standing outside the front gate without even an umbrella. He refuses to leave no matter what he’s told. Would you like… to go down and see him?”
