Melanie had her own plans as well. After she left Westchester City, she had been gathering information for Tara. It had been a week since the incident but all she got was Edmund confessing to the police and being apprehended. Sylvia might have been placed under house arrest but Odell went to her more often than before. He even sent Madam Carter to the old Carter residence for recovery. Tara did not expect any of this. Anger got control of her actions and caused her to smash a bottle on the ground. While glaring at the broken glasses on the floor, she thought of something. She picked one of the shattered glass up and sliced her wrist. She then started to cry on the floor. The servant heard the smashing of the bottle and then Tara’s crying. She immediately brought the first aid box over and said, “Ms. Avery, please let me help you.” Tara hugged her hand and continued crying. The servant was afraid of her after several beatings, and without her permission, the servant da
The look on her face reminded him of their past. When he first met her during their younger days, she became his savior. After they knew each other better, she had always been kind and understanding. Even after he married Sylvia, she never threw a tantrum before him and had been enduring the torment in the dark alone just because she did not want to give him any trouble. If Sylvia was half as loyal as Tara or had even a sliver of her obedience, Madam Carter would not have ended up in a comatose state. Odell frowned. He wiped the tears off her face and said softly, “Stop crying.” Tara threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. She continued to weep as she asked, “Odell, how are you lately? You must be devastated now that Grandmother is bedridden.” Odell pursed his lips. “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.” “I’m sorry for not being able to help you.” “Just take care of yourself for me.” Odell tapped her back and wanted to remove her from his chest but
Sylvia then turned to Odell. “I’ve answered her. Can I go now?” Odell’s expression fell. He pursed his thin lips for a few seconds and then said, “Get out of my face.” Sylvia went upstairs without sparing another glance at either of the two. Tara then said, “Odell, Sylvia doesn’t seem welcoming at all.” She sounded gravelly. Odell looked in the direction Sylvia ran off in and said, “Just ignore her.” He then led Tara to Madam Carter’s room. Tara followed him into the room. For some reason, her fists were tightly clenched. When she saw Sylvia sleeping wretchedly on the couch, she was delighted but the kiss marks around the neck were also obvious. There was a combination of new and old kiss marks. The older ones already turned into bruises. ‘That b*tch!’ Tara cursed in her heart as she followed Odell into Madam Carter’s room. Violet immediately lowered her head and left the room when Odell came in. Odell went closer to the bed.Tara went up and saw Madam Carter u
Sylvia shut her eyes and pretended to sleep. The man’s gravelly voice sounded through the door. “Sylvia, open the door.” Sylvia continued shutting her eyes and turned a deaf ear to the man’s calling. “I’ll count to three,” he warned with a cold voice. Sylvia pursed her lips. Even if he counted to three hundred, she would not open the door. Odell counted to three outside the door and he was still denied entry. He then bellowed, “Knock the door down.” He was saying to the bodyguard outside the door. Sylvia’s eyes shifted but before she could do anything, the bodyguard rammed the door open. Bang! The door finally opened. Sylvia was startled. She popped her head out of the sheets and saw Odell’s grim expression. He glared at Sylvia and said to the bodyguard, “You can leave now.” The bodyguard immediately left the room. His towering figure then approached the woman on the bed. Sylvia sat herself up and wrapped herself with the sheets. She wore a cautious look a
Sylvia knew that she was no match for Odell and had already accepted this fact a few days ago. Still, she could no longer bear to keep silent and burst out with tears in her eyes. “Odell, why are you doing this to me? I’m just another regular person. I’m not some kind of object for you to vent your anger at!” Odell grabbed her by her jaw and looked into her eyes that were soaking with tears. He answered grimly, "Because you betrayed me and you hurt Grandma!" "I didn't!" Sylvia could no longer hold herself back. She cried out in a tearful voice, "I didn't hurt Grandma. And there was never anything going on between me and Edmund. Why do you just refuse to believe me?! Why?!" Odell frowned deeply. After a moment of silence, he answered, "Because you don't deserve my trust at all." She fell silent. She stared at his stoic expression, her vision had long turned blurry due to the tears in her eyes. She stared blankly for a second before she began to chuckle madly, “Heh… hehe…”
Sylvia looked at her with an indifferent look in her eyes. Tara smirked and said in a smug voice, "Sylvia, it was Odell who asked me to visit Grandma. I’m sure you won't mind." Sylvia smiled a crooked smile and replied crossly, "I do mind. Would you mind getting out of here?” The smirk on Tara's face was wiped away instantly. Sylvia continued staring at her with hostility. Before long, Tara formed a smile again. "Sylvia, Odell did ask me to come. He also requested that I visit Grandma more often in the future so if you’re not happy with me being here, why don’t you talk to Odell about it? If he wants me to leave, I’ll leave.” Sylvia scoffed. "Then what’s the point of asking me if I mind?”Tara's eyes gleamed. “It’s just that… we used to be friends. I just wanted to talk to you." “You sure you’re not just intentionally saying that to irritate me so I’d suspect you got together with Odell again?” Tara's face turned visibly pale. She never expected Sylvia to ex
Tara flung herself into Odell’s arm and voiced her sorrows, “Odell, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have come to see Grandma at this time. I should’ve known that Sylvia wouldn’t like seeing me here. I hope I don’t cause you any trouble…” Odell gently patted her on her back and assured her, "It's not your fault." Then, he turned to Sylvia and asked with sharp hostility, “Did you hit her?” “Yes, I hit her…” Sylvia met his gaze boldly and motioned with her hands. “Not just once but twice. My hand is still shaking from how hard I hit her.” Odell, "..." Sylvia crossed her arms and continued, “Are you going to slap me to make things right for her? What’s it gonna be, twenty or two hundred slaps? Hurry up and get on with it if you’re going to do it. I need to rest after.” His face darkened. The cries of Tara who was still clinging onto him had turned into soft whimpers by this point. Tara slowly turned to Sylvia and noticed the bold and arrogant expression she wore. She
Odell looked at her face which was glowing beet red. After a brief silence, he stroked her forehead again. It was burning. Odell immediately reached for his phone and made a call. “Tell Mr. Forger to come here immediately.” Shortly after, the family doctor arrived with a medicine box in tow. Odell stood beside the bed and looked at Sylvia who was still passed out from sleep on the bed. He enquired with a stern frown, "What's wrong with her?" “Master Carter, the madam has a fever and is very weak at the moment. She needs a good rest more than anything else.” After a brief hesitation, he added in a low voice, “I think you two should abstain from making love for the next few days.” Odell answered with a queer look, "Got it." The doctor turned around and left. Sylvia was still curled up like a ball and in a deep sleep. Odell stared at her silently. After a long time, he walked out with a sullen expression. .... It was almost 9 p.m. when Sylvia woke up.