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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me necessities is one thing, but not even allowing me a

day cleaning the basement without. eating a bite or drinking a drop, and now she was starving and parched, barely able to hold herself

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

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

supermarket in the villa district. Everything there was imported, leaving her no choice but to

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

all the soup, and filled the cup with hot water. Under the strange looks of the staff, she returned to the

touched something like this. But after four years in prison, she

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just needed to get through the night and

not even halfway through 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 her phone, it

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

was so dizzy she could barely walk. Leaning against the wall, she slowly made her way

basement to the living room took her half an hour. She finally reached the living

unconsciousness, she felt someone lift her and place her on something soft and warm. Her forehead felt cool and

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

was that Frederick

the maid kneeling on the

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

how should she

words was as sharp