Resurrecting the Genius Within

Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 345 Ryan’s Father

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Maria’s face contorted with displeasure as she gazed disapprovingly at Jim, seated nearby. She instructed her subordinates, “You both, take him away for me.”

Jim was led out of the church.

As the initial rays of morning light seeped into the space, he slowly came to his senses, his arms tingling from the prolonged binding.

His injuries and attire were fused together by the dried blood, causing every motion to elicit intense, stabbing agony.

Observing the shabby room where he was held captive, Jim’s contemplations were abruptly halted by the grating sound of the door’s movement.

Advancing towards him with a loaf of bread, Maria mocked, “Are you feeling hungry? Please be with me. Should your begging meet my standards, I may consider granting you bread.”

Jim disregarded her entirely.

Frustrated by being ignored, Maria grabbed Jim’s face and forcefully stuffed the bread into his mouth.

Seeing it wouldn’t go in, she squeezed his cheeks even harder, trying to force his mouth open.

The bread crumbled, but she couldn’t get it into his mouth.

Maria, infuriated, forcefully threw the bread she was holding onto the ground, then ruthlessly stomped on it with her fool

“I want to see how many days you can starve!”

In a fit of anger, she stormed out of the room and ordered her subordinates at the door, “Don’t give him any food, and don’t give him any water to drink.”

the person over to him? This person killed Mr. Grady’s son. He won’t rest until he personally avenges his son’s death. This person

Miss.

out of the door. “Who gave

on Uncle Grady and the others.

orilered, Jim was bound and detained for a whole day, leaving him utterly drained and

make matters worse, the weather was sweltering, and his wounds began to fester and inflame.

the door open with a resounding thud, jolting Jim awake from his drowsy

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offering it to his parched lips. Jim lifted his gaze to meet hers briefly before lowering his

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sip, finding the water as salty as if it were

I’ll kill you,” Maria warned sharply.

out in one go,

the salty water before delivering a harsh

let out a stifled groan, the pain nearly shattering his teeth

at his wounds, causing Jim to gasp for cold air, his

anger with two more whips, then addressed him sternly, “From today onwards, I’ll give you a few whips every day. And when

after her

three days of relentless torture, Jim finally

regained consciousness, it was already noon the

bed, his wounds cleaned and dressed, wearing a clean shirt.

still bound with coarse rope.

who was seated at the

in her subordinate at the door to give

and forcing his mouth open to pour

clean and free of

wet shirt sticking uncomfortably to his treated wounds.