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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stunned. She thought, "Not giving me necessities is one thing, but not even

cleaning the basement without. eating a bite or drinking a drop, and

She didn't have much money left, barely enough to buy

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

much thought, Claire went to the upscale supermarket in the villa district. Everything there was imported,

supermarket had hot water. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to eat even

filled the cup with hot water. Under the strange looks of the

she smiled bitterly. In the past, she wouldn't have touched something like this. But after four years in prison, she had gotten used to it. Back in the basement,

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needed to get through the night and buy some

the night, Claire was shivering from the cold. When she woke from the cold, she touched her forehead. It was burning hot. She knew she had a fever. Glancing at

fever was already making her extremely uncomfortable, and the winter chill was unbearable. As she curled up, she felt like she was falling into an icy abyss, her blood freezing. Claire realized that if she stayed like this, she

to stand but was so dizzy she could barely walk. Leaning against the wall, she

from the basement to the living room took her half an hour. She finally reached the living room door but collapsed just

her and place her on something soft

but when she opened her

that Frederick had

maid kneeling on the floor,

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you've managed to get a servant to disobey my orders

how should she be

was not loud, but the coldness in his words was as sharp as a blade, ready to end