Sylvia stared at the empty plates in silence. “Syl? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Sherry looked at her cautiously. “Sherry, is it true that John doesn’t feed you? Did he also force you to do all this embroidery work?” Sylvia asked coldly. Sherry’s expression froze. “No, no. I would have starved to death if he didn’t feed me. I’m doing embroidery to pass the time.” “What about your phone? Did he confiscate it?” Sylvia asked. Sherry pursed her lips and she started to get teary. Sylvia’s brows furrowed. She got up and sat beside her friend. “Sherry, please tell me the truth or I’ll be angry.” Sherry hugged her friend around the waist and wept. “That b*stard is inhuman! He eats like a king every day but feeds me leftovers! I haven’t even eaten any meat in such a long time! “He even forced me to sew all this nonsense. I have to sew ten of these each week. He also forced me to do gardening! Look at the flowers there, I planted all of them with my own hands!” Sylvia looke
The maid soon brought dinner over. Fearing that Sherry might scold or beat her, she quickly made her exit after serving dinner. Sherry tossed the needle and cloth aside before grabbing Sylvia and pulling her over to the dining table. Footsteps came from the door as soon as they sat down. The maid respectfully greeted the person. “Good evening, Master Stockton.” Sherry’s face suddenly turned pale and she put down her cutlery. Sylvia turned to look at the entrance. John, who was wearing a white shirt, walked over. He smiled at Sylvia. “Please, Mrs. Carter, make yourself at home.” He then sat down beside Sherry. Sylvia’s lips tightened as she sat down. The maid brought a new set of cutlery over. John picked his spoon up and smiled. “Mrs. Carter, please help yourself.” He smiled gently and talked politely. If Sherry had not already told her what happened, Sylvia would never have believed that the man was such a hypocrite. Out of respect for the host, she thank
Sylvia glanced at Sherry’s clean face. “You guys go ahead then. There’s no need to worry about me. There’s another guest room over there. I can spend the night there so I won’t have to go back to the previous room. I won’t be a nuisance to either of you.” She refused to leave. She had a feeling John was angry enough to kill Sherry at this moment. She had to stay on to keep her friend safe. John’s smile disappeared. “Mrs. Carter, are you insisting on staying?” Sylvia’s gaze shifted. Sherry slammed the table and yelled, “You b*stard! Your anger is aimed at me, so don’t talk to my friend like that!” John took his glasses off and rubbed the lens with his fingers. All at once, the atmosphere became gloomy.Sylvia felt the chills running down her back. She said, “Sherry, I’m fine. Please calm down.” “Mrs. Carter, I think it’s better if you leave the room first.” Now that John was looking at her without his glasses, the grim and viciousness of a mature man could clearly be se
Sylvia wanted to go out, so she told him. “I’m not going to see Sherry. Can I go out for a walk?” The bodyguard said, “Mrs. Carter, Master Stockton stated that you are not allowed to leave the premises tonight. Please forgive me.” Sylvia had no choice but to turn around and go back into the room.She returned to the bed and video-called her kids. They seemed to be waiting for her call as they immediately answered within seconds. Three adorable faces appeared on her phone screen. “Mommy, have you eaten?” Isabel asked. “Mommy, Mommy…” Flint murmured. Liam watched in silence. Sylvia smiled. “I just ate dinner.” Isabel pouted. “Are you living well over there?” “It’s pretty good. Here, I’ll give you a tour of my room,” said Sylvia as she turned the phone camera around to show them the room. “Mhmm. It’s okay, it’s a little plain though,” said Isabel. Flint, “Mommy, Mommy…” Sylvia smiled. “Isabel, did you and Liam behave well at school today?” Isabel instantly lif
Sylvia was speechless for a moment before she gave Sherry the buns she snuck for her. Sherry gobbled the buns like a hungry wolf. She got up after finishing the buns and hugged Sylvia tightly. “Syl, thank goodness you’re here! Or I’ll be dead!” Sylvia pursed her lips helplessly when she noticed the red marks around Sherry’s neck. …Sherry came back from the dead and looked more energetic after gobbling the buns. She looked alive. Sylvia accompanied her to the yard and watched her sew. Sherry sewed quicker today, but it was sloppy. She finished the ugly lily from yesterday in under an hour. She then picked up another piece of cloth and stared at it for a while. She said to Sylvia, “Syl, why don’t you help me draft something?” She had no idea what to sew and could not paint, so she asked her friend for help. Sylvia took the piece of cloth and asked, “What do you want to sew?” Sherry pondered. “A sunflower? Make it simple.” “Alright.” Sylvia grabbed the pencil and
Julie furrowed her brows. She seemed afraid of Queenie, and even though she disagreed, she dared not stop her friend. Queenie grunted and stared at Sherry, who was still chewing on meat. “Sherry, I’m talking to you! Are you deaf?!” Sherry ignored her. She tugged Sylvia’s sleeve and said, “Sylvia, let’s eat. Ignore her.” Sylvia awkwardly tightened her lips. Queenie strode forward to the table. “Sherry, what’s with that attitude? Don’t forget you’re just a stripper from a club!” She went up to Sherry and tried to slap her face. Sylvia frowned coldly. Julie screamed out of shock. “Queenie, calm down!” Slap! A loud slap sounded, but it was not Sherry that was slapped. It was Queenie. Before Queenie could land her slap, Sherry got up and slapped her first. The strong slap turned her face and almost knocked her off her balance. Everything plunged into silence for a moment. Julie nervously went up to Queenie. “Queenie, are you alright?” With her hand covering her fac
“I rarely see her around. Her brother usually keeps her away. This is probably the third time I see her since I came here.” Sherry served a bowl of soup for Sylvia. “Don’t you worry about me. I’ve seen a lot of girls like her and I won’t let her climb on top of my head and do whatever she wants!” Sylvia sighed when she thought about Sherry slapping Queenie earlier. She was still worried. “You just slapped her. What if she tells Madam Stockton about it? Will she do anything to you?” “Don’t worry.” Sherry shoved a piece of shrimp into her mouth. “Madam Stockton might call me things behind my back but she won’t do anything to me. The best she could do is tell John about it and let him deal with me.” Sherry knew the Stockon family well. Sylvia sighed and let the concerns slip. …Maybe because Queenie snitched on Sherry, John came back before it was dark. Sylvia was in the yard with Sherry, watching her sew. Sherry had a glance at the man approaching and continued sewing. S
Maybe because of the tightening clutch over her face or the skip of a beat in her heart, Sherry frowned. She gasped and gulped before she looked into that frosty gaze. She forced a smile and said, “It’s been so many years, and you’re still clinging on to that? Do you hate me that much, or are you still thinking about me?” John tightened his clutch the moment her words subsided. There was only grimness on his handsome face. “Sherry, am I being too lenient to the point that you misunderstood your place?” The intense pain made Sherry feel like her cheekbone was breaking. She said with gnashing teeth, “Strangle me to death or let me out of here. If you can’t do both of them, you miss me.” John pursed his lips. His glasses no longer concealed his terrible mood. He said, “Strangling you to death will only stain my hand with your blood. Don’t even try to agitate or provoke me to release you. I’ll keep you here for life and make sure you don’t eat or sleep well. I want you to suf