The Heartbreak Prescription のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Benny sucked in a sharp breath, his face turning pale. What was this ugly duckling who came from the countryside saying? She wanted to teach him a lesson on behalf of Stanley? Was this a sick joke?In the entire town of Hovendale, the only person who could stand up to him, the local tyrant, was Stanley!Wendy tugged Cecelia's hand. "Let's go, Cecelia."As they moved toward the door, Stanley reached out and grabbed her delicate hand.His long, sharp fingers wrapped around her soft hand, and the simple touch sent an electric shiver up both of their spines. Their memories flashed back to that night at Saville Villa, when he had pinned her to the wall...Wendy quickly yanked her hand away.Stanley studied her small, exquisite face. His Adam's apple shifted slightly as he casually said, "Wendy, this won't happen again."Wendy stared at him coldly. "Handle things with Grandma as soon as you can. I'm ready to go to the courthouse for the divorce anytime. I've been wanting to give Jes

Wendy returned to the Hawk family estate, and as soon as she stepped into the living room, her eyes landed on someone—someone she would never forget: George.Years ago, when Lilian sent her away to the countryside, it was to George's house. George had been her foster father. Now, Glinda and George were seated on the plush sofa in the living room. Glinda greeted George warmly. "Wendy grew up in the countryside. Those years would've been so tough without you. You raised Wendy so well. Now she's here, an esteemed lady in the Hawk family."George's left eye was blind, leaving him with a single eye. He was a broad-shouldered man with a rough appearance, someone who had once been known for his drinking and violent behavior toward his wife.Sitting on the expensive sofa now, his lone eye roamed around the luxurious decor of the Hawk family mansion, his gaze lingering greedily on the antique paintings scattered around. Yet, in front of Glinda, he played the humble, simple man. "Mrs. G

Stanley was so generous that George paused for a moment before replying, "Mr. Hawk, just give whatever you think is appropriate."Stanley raised an eyebrow. "How about a million?"A million?George's eyes lit up. He hadn't expected Stanley to casually offer that much."That will be enough."Stanley took out a check and handed it to George.George quickly counted the zeros. It really was a million! "Thank you, Mr. Hawk. I'll be on my way now."With the check in hand, George walked off, clearly pleased.-Stanley returned to the bedroom, where Wendy was already waiting for him.Wendy glanced at him and asked, "What did George talk to you about?"Stanley casually undid a button on his black shirt, revealing his well-defined collarbone, and smirked. "What do you think he could have said?"Wendy furrowed her brow. "I'm asking seriously. I'm not joking."Stanley placed his expensive steel watch on the dresser. Noticing her tense, serious expression, he raised an eyebrow. "He did

Little Wendy took over the role of the poor woman, doing all the housework—laundry, cooking—and enduring George's violent outbursts.George would grab her by the hair and kick her with his boots. Sometimes, when he was particularly enraged, he would whip her with his belt. Those days were unbearable.As Wendy grew older, her beauty became more noticeable in that isolated, rural place. And as her appearance changed, so did the dangers that followed.George's gaze began to shift, becoming more lecherous. He would forcibly pull her onto his lap, his body reeking of alcohol and sweat as he pressed his foul-smelling lips against her cheek.At night, when she tried to bathe, she would lock the door carefully, but when she turned around, she'd spot his disgusting, excited eyes peering through the crack in the door, leering at her with a depraved grin.That became one of the most terrifying memories of her childhood.One night, George came home with two of his rowdy friends. They laughed

The moment he called himself "Mommy", Stanley was relieved no one else had heard it but him. He had his pride, after all! He'd never done anything like this in his life!Fortunately, Wendy seemed comforted when he said, "Mommy's here." She burrowed into Stanley's arms, her small hands wrapping tightly around his firm waist, and drifted back to sleep. Stanley couldn't help but think she was clingy. He looked down at her, noticing she wasn't crying anymore. But the soft tears still clung to her delicate lashes, making her look so vulnerable and endearing.A smile tugged at his lips. "I'm not your mom, I'm your dad! Wendy, try calling me Daddy." Wendy, still fast asleep, gave no response.Stanley wrapped his arm around her slender shoulder, settling into sleep himself.-The next morning, Wendy slowly opened her eyes.The early morning sunlight was bright, spilling warmth across the room. It was a new day.She tried to get up but then froze when she realized something felt of