My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 330

Those words were said nonchalantly as if they were merely about eating and drinking, and not about brutal torture.

“No, you devil! Let me die!” Arthur Haddock wailed desperately in pain.

Rather than enduring this kind of torture, it would be better for him to die than to live.

“When you sent out my mom into the arms of those perverts, she must’ve been so frightened. She was so weak. She must be more frightened and more terrified than you now. Dad desperately tried but couldn’t save her! Grandpa, let this be retribution of the pain that you’ve caused me! In fact, this pain that I’m giving you now is merely a tiny fraction of what I’ve experienced!”

Having gotten all his frustration off his chest, he did not even take a glance at his frail grandfather lying on the bed as he turned and left, bringing along with him the hammer - the object of pure terror.

As soon as the door was slammed shut, Arthur felt spent - like a candle in the wind - as he laid there helpless and weak.

Pain throbbed throughout every cell in his body.

It was so painful that he could not sleep nor stay awake. He drifted in and out of consciousness, and in his confused state, he started to hallucinate about the events that happened more than ten years ago...

*

Dixon had just come out of Arthur’s room when he ran into Sienna head-on.

She was wearing a crimson tight-fitting traditional dress that accentuated her exquisite figure.

In her hand, she carried a small bag, and she looked as if she had just returned from a banquet.

fragrance emanated from

“Hello aunt.”

voice, Sienna’s face turned pale, as she paused

“Dixon...”

happened in the office during the

face alternated between pale white and

dared not look at Dixon, fearing something terrible would be done

tell you.” Having said that, he headed up to the aforementioned room

lips and was left with no

was a man with unbelievable self-control. Though he had lost restraint during the day and raped Sienna, he did not regret nor mull over it. All these years, he had always

during the day. Looked like he had to practice restraining himself

envelopes to Sienna. “Aunt, here are some letters.

the letters suspiciously. All the letters were addressed

Lake Emerald Orphanage was a highly reputable welfare institution funded by Haddock Charity for many

through letters in these modern

reminded as he continued with

dared not utter anything as she

she heaved a sigh of

Fortunately, he did nothing.

he would do something cruel