Ysabelle flipped the meal tray upside down, dumping all the food onto the floor as she smirked and sneered, “Since you won’t be able to hold cutleries anyway, you can just eat off the floor.”

Ysabelle then left the basement.

Looking at her bruised and bloody hands that were trembling, Meredith could not even find the strength to pick up food from the floor, let alone use cutleries.

Since last night, from the time Meredith was drugged and put in bed with Yoel, followed by the incident with Yena…she had not taken even a sip of water.

She was starving but the pain that she felt had made her forget about the hunger.

However, Meredith refused to be defeated this way. She had to walk out of the basement alive to tell Josiah that her feelings for him were real and that she was being framed.

Meredith was determined to make Ysabelle pay for what she had done.

Using all the strength left in her, Meredith moved toward the food that remained on the floor. Just when she was about to take a bite, a large black shadow came barging into the basement.

It was Josiah’s pet dog, a Tibetan Mastiff, and because Meredith was scared of dogs, Josiah had his dog kept in the backyard and was looked after by Yena.

rushed toward Meredith. Meredith, on the other hand, was terrified at the sight of

Mastiff was agile as it leaped onto Meredith

waves of

be too lonely down here, so he got you a friend. So how do you like your

Help me!” Meredith cried out as she struggled to get away from the dog. She tried to remove her arm from

she thought of Josiah. Even though she knew that Josiah did not

he was her husband, and also the person that she

from the fear or the pain, Meredith lost

half-dressed and drunk woman in the bed with another

that she had loved him for almost ten

the same time argued that she only loved him…and also how she could ruthlessly push Yena

blurred followed by Yena’s shriek. Josiah’s

cigarette butt with force in the

ashtray was already filled

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