Semua Bab Master Odell’s Secret Ex-wife: Bab 1611 - Bab 1620

John frowned. His hands somehow froze for a moment, but he managed to lift them after a while. When his fingers touched her neck, she trembled terribly. “Hmph,” he scoffed. He really thought she was not afraid of death. He simply put his fingers on her neck but did nothing else. Sherry’s body stiffened from the moment he touched her, but nothing happened after that. She could not help but open her eyes. She saw his deep gaze staring at herself with a ridiculing grin. It somehow infuriated her. “Are you going to do it or not?” Why did he stop all of a sudden? John pursed his lips and simply pinched the side of her neck. Sherry cried in pain. John chuckled. “Strangling you will only dirty my hands. I am keeping you here so that I can torture you.” “Then, I’ll ram myself into the wall,” Sherry said. He raised a brow. “Fine. Do it. I’ll wait.” Sherry was once again silenced. The anger and embarrassment rushed up to her mind and made her flush. Frustrated, she ran to

Once every two days? It was the worst form of torture! She would not starve to death because of the food, but she would never be full either. Disheartened, she curved her lips into a bitter smile and thanked the bodyguard. The bodyguard simply offered a piece of advice out of kindness. John would never order his bodyguard to tell her that the meal would only be delivered once every two days and that it would be wise for her to eat some and keep some for the next day to lessen the starvation. The bodyguard nodded and went out. Sherry opened the box. There was rice, some meat, and vegetables. Due to starvation, her appetite was no longer as big as it used to be. She simply had a few bites and no longer felt hungry. After she put the leftovers in the refrigerator, she returned to the couch. She felt a lot better now that she was not starving and the sudden comfort led her to sleep. …A few peaceful days went by, and John never showed up since then. Ever since the bo

John watched as the little girl diligently massaged Madam Stockton’s hands. His lips unconsciously curled into a smile. After a while, the girl started to sweat and breathe heavily. John said, “Caprice, you can stop massaging now. Take a rest.” Caprice shook her head. John furrowed his brows. “Come on, Caprice. Be a good girl.” Caprice pouted at him. “I want Grandma to wake up.” The little girl wore persistence on her face, which baffled John. The girl and her grandmother were not exactly close because he always kept her by his side. Theoretically speaking, the girl should not have invested so much effort into waking her grandmother up. Therefore, he asked, “Caprice, why do you want Grandma to wake up?” Caprice pouted and said meekly, “Grandma is sick, so Daddy is not happy. Caprice wants Daddy to be happy.” Ever since the girl’s grandmother was bedridden, her father rarely smiled. She wanted her grandmother to wake up because it would make her father happy. John was

Queenie got up and left the room. Julie then said to Emerence, “Aunt Emerence, I can take it from here. You should go get some rest too.” Emerence’s eyes flickered. She said, “Okay. I’ll take a nap outside. Call me if there's anything.” “Okay.” Emerence finally went out. The room returned to peace and quiet, but Julie’s expression turned cold and grim. She walked closer to Madam Stockton. Madam Stockton looked more or less the same as earlier, which was slightly healthier than before. Julie’s eyes flickered nervously. She said, “Mother?” The only reply she got was silence. Madam Stockton did not react to her call. Julie lowered herself and moved closer to Madam Stockton. Madam Stockton looked a lot better now. It was as though she was sleeping instead of being in a vegetative state. Julie frowned and stared at her coldly. “Mother, are you really waking up?” Her hands lifted uncontrollably and slowly moved towards Madam Stockton’s face. A hint of viciousness flashe

The doctor looked at the nurse beside him and said, “Give Madam Stockton the oxygen mask.” The nurse put the oxygen mask over Madam Stockton’s face. The doctor then said to John and Queenie, “Master Stockton, Ms. Stockton, I’ve tried my best. Madam Stockton suffered quite the concussion from the crash and she won’t be able to make it without the oxygen mask from now on.” Queenie’s horrified expression eased a little. She then asked, “Doctor, are you saying that my Mom will live as long as she has the oxygen mask?” The doctor nodded. “Yes. It must be on at all times, or else her life will be endangered. On a side note, the odds of Madam Stockton waking up is near zero, so please be prepared for the worst.” Queenie pursed her lips as tears filled her eyes. The doctor gave them a few more reminders before he left with the nurse. All that remained in the spacious room was Queenie’s crying and endless pressure. Madam Stockton looked pale and weak. It was like she would stop