After Divorce, My General Husband Chasing Me Back

Love My Ex-Wife 8

Chapter 8 Give Her a Chance

Claire fiddled with her fingers, thinking that asking Frederick would be the same. "Frederick, I..."

But before she could finish, Frederick interrupted her, "Four years in prison, and you're different. Since you can endure. hardship so well, keep it up. Using your own hands is a skill! "Someone, clear everything out of here!"

Frederick ordered, and soon, the narrow little bed and all the other junk in the basement were cleared away.

In no time, the basement was completely empty.

Claire looked at the now bare basement, her face paling as Frederick's words echoed in her ears.

She leaned against the wall, barely able to stand.

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The butler's cold and merciless voice continued, "Ms. Prescott, Mr. Hawthorne has ordered that from this moment on, you are not allowed to use anything in the villa.

"Food, water, daily necessities, the bed you sleep in, the shoes you wear, all must be purchased by you outside."

"What?"

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thought, "Not giving me necessities is one thing, but not even allowing me a sip of

a bite or drinking a drop, and now she

and everything here was for the wealthy. She didn't have much money left, barely enough to buy anything to eat. She needed to

winter wind was biting cold, and it was far too late to go to the city. She could only buy something

Claire went to the upscale supermarket in the villa district. Everything there was imported, leaving her no choice but to buy a cup

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to eat even

hot water. Under the

like this. But after four years in prison, she had gotten used to it.

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needed to get through the night

It was burning hot. She knew she had a fever. Glancing at her phone,

was unbearable. As she curled up, she felt like she was falling into an icy abyss, her blood freezing. Claire realized that if she

barely walk. Leaning against the wall, she slowly made her

two-minute walk from the basement to the living room took her half an hour. She finally reached the living room door but collapsed just before stepping

lift her and place her on something soft and warm. Her forehead

had been unconscious, but when she opened her eyes, the first person she

that

she noticed the maid kneeling on

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spoke, "Impressive. After just one day, you've managed

me, how should she be

as sharp as a blade, ready to