Evelyn felt an involuntary tremor of fear course through her body as she stared into Gwendolyn’s intense gaze.

When Gwendolyn saw her fear, she let out a mocking scoff.

“You shall be sent to the secluded countryside estate tomorrow morning. I’ll arrange for bodyguards to keep a watch on you. The old housekeepers of the Harris family still reside there, and they will monitor your every move as you toil away in the fields,” Gwendolyn announced.

After a short pause, she continued, “Before dusk falls each day, you will endure ten whippings and then kneel in the courtyard. You shall also recite the entire Heagurn Sutra scriptures as a form of punishment for your sins. You can only rest when you have completed the recitation. This will be your daily routine. How does it sound? Quite magnanimous, don’t you think?”

Evelyn’s spine stiffened and her already weakened complexion grew even paler.

The Heagurn Sutra, with its six hundred volumes and over five million words, seemed like an insurmountable task to read from cover to cover. The mere thought of attempting to read it in a single night felt overwhelming.

It was undeniably a cruel punishment.

“You’re so vicious, Gwendolyn,” Evelyn hissed with a bitter expression.

Gwendolyn stared at her and said coldly, “Did you show any mercy when you exploited my sympathy? You injected me with drugs and attempted to drown me. You even hired multiple assassins to end my life. Weren’t you ruthless too? What about your plans to unleash a biochemical virus against me? Or your manipulation of Eloise to repeatedly harm me? You even instigated Lorelai to push Dad down the stairs! You fabricated my lineage and forced Asher to stand by your side so that you could seize the Harris family’s inheritance. Aren’t you ruthless?”

As their eyes remained locked, Evelyn let out a resigned chuckle. “I’m glad I managed to introduce countless obstacles in your life.”

When the thought of Asher crossed her mind, she couldn’t help but add, “There are many things that Asher is unaware of. I’ll take responsibility for my actions; there’s no need to implicate others.”

Gwendolyn’s expression remained impassive, her eyes still filled with a deep, chilling resolve. “You deserve your punishment, and as for him, I will never forgive him.”

With those final words, she returned to the sofa and took her seat beside Cedrick.

After William pulled Evelyn to her feet, Gwendolyn said, “Lock her in the basement tonight. She shall be sent to the countryside first thing in the morning.”

Harris. Does she need

necessary. From now on, she won’t need those luxury jewelry, designer bags,

escorted away,

a sinister smile. “You may have made a

weak laughter reverberated, filling the

the backing of Marcus and Asher, Evelyn had lost all grounds for resistance. The people seated

silent throughout

his seat. “Kiddo, I intend to depart from Salinsburgh the day after to attend to matters at Fairlake Hospital. I shall return on the day of your wedding

“Okay,” Gwendolyn replied.

show in the mountains near Quinton Village. I plan to visit her soon.

nodded without saying

the Harris family and seek solace elsewhere to ease their discontent. Given the circumstances at home,

she notified Sienna to remind Asher that tomorrow they would be signing the inheritance agreement with Jared, the family

unlikely for Gwendolyn

Harris residence. They made their way to the waiting car, which

Harris family’s homecoming feast. Even the once-celebrated actress, Evelyn, had vanished overnight. It

of information, frantically searched the internet. They were disappointed to learn that Evelyn’s Twitter had been deactivated. The digital

creaked open. Evelyn, who had spent the night huddled in a dark corner, was escorted into a car by

it would be their duty to keep

dispatched two men to keep a close watch on them every

the rustic path. After crossing a small mountain, they finally reach

At long last, she arrived at the residence of

was called Margaret Oilson, a fifty-year-old lady who lived with her disabled husband and

beautiful yet innocent

marks of a slap, combined with her fragile figure and evident frailty, immediately evoked a surge of sympathy within Margaret’s

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