Chapter 812
He recoiled in fright, but the rough calluses on his fingers meeting the girl’s soft, smooth skin felt strangely wonderful.
Sheila’s eyes quickly filled with tears again, her face full of pain and despair.
She pointed to the door, her voice hoarse as she continued to explain, “I’ve been wronged and brought here. Everyone outside bullies me. I don’t want to live anymore. Help me…”
The once beautiful eyes seemed to lose all hope, filled with sorrow and despair.
Seeing her cry, Kye panicked, unsure of how to comfort her.
Sheila grabbed his hand again, her words earnest, “If living in pain means nothing, I’d rather die. Please, help me!”
“No, that’s not an option. If you’ve truly been wronged, there must be another way. I can help you prove your innocence.”
Sheila’s eyes lit up, and with a soul–stirring gaze, she motioned for him to come closer, whispering a few words.
After dinner, Margaret came in to check on Sheila and caught them standing close, whispering intimately.
“Oh, you
fool! How dare you touch that horrid woman! Are you not afraid she’ll harm you?” Margaret stormed over, grabbing Kye’s ear.
Sheila tried intervening but was met with Margaret’s furious slap, knocking her onto the bed.
“I know what you’re planning! Kye is simple–minded and easily swayed. If there’s a next time, I won’t spare you!” Margaret seethed.
Sheila struggled to get up from the bed, still swaying from the slap.
“Ma, don’t hit her. She’s just a poor soul, and she’s been wronged!” Kye freed himself from Margaret’s grasp, wanting to help Sheila.
“Wronged?” Margaret’s anger reached its peak as she slapped him again.
“Kye, you’re such an idiot! Are you blind? Are you feeling pity for this kind of woman? If I don’t teach you a lesson today, you’ll probably come running back to her!”
Margaret twisted Kye’s ear, dragging him out and fetching the horsewhip used to punish Sheila.
Soon, cries of Kye begging for mercy echoed through the yard.
Sheila listened quietly, her face serious.
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Little did she expect to be caught by Margaret, who would likely keep a closer eye on her from now on, possibly subjecting her to even harsher treatment.
It seemed she would have to play it safe for a while, obey the rules, and gain the trust of both Margaret and the Lawson family’s two bodyguards before plotting her next move.
Hopefully, Kye had believed her just now and would help her in the future.
As she pondered, the room’s door slammed open.
Margaret stormed in furiously and pulled Sheila off the bed, intending to drag her to the yard for Paul to carry out the daily whipping.
Sheila remained silent, silently enduring Margaret’s wrath as she was quickly led to the yard.
As Paul’s whip struck, Sheila tumbled to the ground with a thud, unable to recover from the excruciating pain for a while.
As she had anticipated, Paul’s blows were even harsher after what had just happened.
This time, Paul did not give her a chance to catch her breath.
Without waiting for her to get up, he relentlessly lashed at her.
Sheila clutched her head, gritting her teeth in agony.
Her consciousness began to fade, the intense pain gradually numbing her senses.
Just before she blacked out, she found herself missing Albert and Corey.
Apart from being unable to provide her with the status of a Lawson, Albert and Corey genuinely cared
for her, giving her whatever she wanted and allowing her to live a comfortable life.
If she had not harmed Sheena, would she still be living those peaceful, comfortable days as the unknown illegitimate daughter?
Was she truly in the wrong?
