His lips curled up. “Are you planning on going to Edmund after divorcing me?”Sylvia did not want to argue with him about Edmund. Instead, she said, “I want to kill you when I look at you now. Do you think we can still go on together?”Odell’s gaze darkened, and he smirked again. “We’ll talk again when you actually have the ability to kill me.”Sylvia’s grip tightened. She wanted to slap him, but there was no strength left in her body. She was thirsty, hungry and weak, and her leg throbbed with pain. It would be hard for her to lift her hand, let alone slap Odell.She panted and said, “Why not just send me to jail?”The man grabbed her chin and snarled, “So, you want to join Edmund in jail?”Sylvia said weakly, “It’s because I don’t want to see you again. I feel disgusted whenever I look at you.”She emphasized the word “disgusted.”Odell’s face darkened, and he lowered his head to her. He placed his face right in front of Sylvia, almost touching her. “Say it again?”Sylvia
He carried Sylvia to the bedside table, where several snacks and a fragrant bowl of porridge had been laid out.Sylvia glanced at the food without any expression on her face and said, “I have no appetite.”Her throat was hoarse.Odell grabbed her shoulder and coldly enunciated each word, “Eat the porridge immediately.”The look in Sylvia’s eyes was bland and spiritless. She did not seem to have any intention of eating.Odell cupped her face. “Sylvia, I’m talking to you. Do you hear me?”Sylvia pursed her lips and ignored him.In a low voice, Odell growled, “Do you think that by going on a hunger strike, I will divorce you and send you to be reunited with Edmund in jail? If you don’t eat today, you can give up on walking through this door!”As the words fell from his mouth, he let go of her.Like a broken puppet, Sylvia lost her support and she fell to the bed.She lay on the bed without moving, staring at the ceiling in a trance.Seeing her act like that, Odell felt an anger
Sylvia’s lips quivered. “Thanks for the reminder. I won’t do it again.”Liam and Isabel were waiting for her. She could not go on like this. No matter how much she hated Odell, she had to endure it.Violet heaved a sigh of relief when she heard this.She helped Sylvia to come out and let her sit her down on the couch. Then, she changed the bedsheets swiftly and replaced the carpet with a new one.She also opened the door and windows to let in the fresh breeze in.Sylvia wanted to close her eyes and rest for a while, but her stomach suddenly churned.She immediately got up and limped to the bathroom, ignoring the stinging pain in her leg. She held the toilet and puked out all the food that she had eaten.When Violet saw this, she hurriedly said, “Mrs. Carter, hold on! I’ll get the doctor right now!” After that, she ran out of the room.As she ran out, she saw the man leaning against the wall outside the door.Violet did not know how long he had stood there. His brows were tight
Sylvia’s face fell, and she immediately turned her wheelchair around to head back to her room.“Stop.” The man’s deep voice sounded.Sylvia acted as if she did not hear him and continued moving forward, but soon, his looming figure appeared behind her and grabbed her wheelchair.No matter how hard she pushed, the wheelchair did not budge.Sylvia withdrew her hand and decided to stop pushing.Odell grunted and turned the wheelchair around so that she would face him.Sylvia’s pale, cold face looked back at him.He frowned as he felt a little irritated. “Didn’t you hear me?”Sylvia looked at the ground and ignored him.Odell took her face in his hand. “Look at me.”Sylvia continued to look at the ground. Her face was cold and pale. Her eyes were soulless, as if she had lost the desire for everything in life.Odell tightened his hold on her face and said coldly, “I want you to look at me.”He seemed to be threatening to dislocate her jaw if she did not listen to him.Sylvia di
Sylvia’s pale lips stayed tightly closed, her eyes utterly devoid of feelings. It was clear that she planned to ignore Odell entirely. He shouted, “Answer me!” Sylvia’s mouth remained closed. Odell lowered his head so that their gazes met and he was so close that the tips of their noses were touching. With a low voice, he spat, “So you plan to never talk to me again?” Sylvia kept silent. Odell was so infuriated that his veins were about to pop. However, Sylvia seemed calm and completely unbothered. It was as if whatever Odell had said just went in one ear and out the other. Odell was at his wit’s end but his hands were tied. He let go of Sylvia and walked toward Madam Carter’s room. The same as what he had been doing the past few days. Sylvia did not stay either. She turned her wheelchair around and returned to the bedroom. … In the afternoon, on the same day. Sylvia was making a wood carving in the yard when Tara walked in through the gate. As soon as T
Sylvia had also spotted Odell’s car just outside the gate. Usually, Sylvia would have gotten angry at the baseless accusation. She might have even done something to prove her innocence. However, at the moment, not only did she seem calm on the outside, she was calm on the inside as well. She could not even be bothered to continue watching Tara’s act. Instead, Sylvia put the crown and Rubik’s cube behind her before she put the rest of her things away. She then planned to go back into the house. At this moment, Odell was already walking quickly towards them. He immediately noticed Tara’s bleeding hand. With furrowed eyebrows, he asked Tara, “What happened to your hand?” Tara choked back a sob, as if she was unwilling to speak, but her eyes shot over to Sylvia. Odell looked askance at Sylvia. “Sylvia, stop right there!” Sylvia did not feel like giving him any attention nor did she want to explain herself. She threw the carving knife that was stained with Tara’s blood o
Odell glowered at Sylvia before he ordered the bodyguard, “Watch her and do not let her into the house.” The bodyguard immediately tailed after Sylvia. Odell rushed to Tara and watched as Dr. Forger dressed her wound. The doctor was quick and efficient. He disinfected the wound, stopped the blood, and dressed it up. Once he was done, Tara’s hand was wrapped up in a clean bandage. The doctor then instructed, “Ms. Avery, you must rest more. Before the wound scabs, you mustn't let it touch water.” Tara obediently answered, “Understood. Thank you, Dr. Forger.” “It’s my pleasure.” The doctor bid goodbye to Odell before leaving. Tara gazed at Odell. “Odell, I’m fine. Please stop worrying.” Odell hummed a reply before looking toward Sylvia. Tara did the same. However, all they saw was Sylvia leaning back against her wheelchair with her eyes closed. It seemed as if she had fallen asleep. Odell and Tara were at a loss of words. The atmosphere was dreadfully awkward
Sylvia immediately turned her face away to avoid his touch and his stare. Odell patted her on the cheek again before he growled, “If you ignore me again when I’m talking to you, I’ll sew your mouth shut.” Sylvia pursed her lips. Odell’s voice was cold as he asked, “Did you hear me?” Sylvia resisted the urge to bite him and replied, “Loud and clear.” Only then did Odell push himself off the bed. Suddenly, as if a thought had just occurred to him, he said, “I’ll turn a blind eye to you hurting Tara today, but you won’t get off so easily if it happens again.” With that said, Odell strode away. Sylvia slowly got up from the bed. Using crutches to support her, she made her way to the bathroom and started to wash her face. Sylvia washed her face several times and brushed her teeth twice before returning to the bedroom. A moment later, Violet walked in with her wheelchair. Noticing that Sylvia was sitting alone by the window in a daze, Violet asked softly, “Mrs. Carter