After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 174

Dizzily, Winter looked up at him. A crystal-clear tear dropped from hereyes.

“The old Mr. Wilson bought me to save your uncle's life," she answeredwith a smile in self-mockery.

For only 500 thousand dollars, her birth parents had sold her to theWilson family for a warding-off wedding. Her parents worked asgardeners in the Wilson family's Villa.

A fortune-teller told the Wilson family that Winter could bring fortune toClark's uncle and their wedding could help him recover. Mylo Wilsongave her parents the money and let her marry his son.

Winter disagreed, but her parents were obsessed with money. Theyaccepted the offer, personally tied her up, and sent her to the bed ofMylo's son.

Others envied her for marrying into the Wilson family, but there was nowedding for her. She just simply became a missus.

However, after so many years, her husband was still paralyzed. Insteadof recovering, his situation worsened.

"Mylo Wilson could do anything he wanted.” Clark held her tightly,looking steely.

Lowering his head, he stared at the woman in his arms. His slenderfingers wandered on her skin. He muttered, "Don't worry. I'll treat youwell from now on."

His obsessed and maniac look stiffened Winter's body. She dared notto move at all.

She knew she would never escape once the demon tangled with her.However, as soon as she married into the Wilson family, she had beenhaunted by the demon and could never escape from it.

In Mylo's room in Wilson family's Villa, a tall, slender figure pushed thedoor open and entered.

The old man on the bed slightly opened his eyes, staring at his visitor.His eyes were spiritless.

"Grandpa, how are you doing today?" Clark stood in front of Mylo'sbed, looking down at him. His voice was cold and indifferent.

“I'm very well," Mylo answered hoarsely.

Clark approached him and whispered, each word a staccato, “I'll replace atop doctor to cure you, Grandpa. Then I'll watch you be tortured everyday and die while struggling in pain."

"Whatever." Mylo closed his eyes again indifferently.

Clark burst into laughter, his crazy gaze sending a chill down Mylo'sspine. "Grandpa, you are indeed optimistic. However, I won't let you dieso easily."

Mylo heaved a sigh, trying to explain to him again. "Clark, I had tomake that decision back then. For the prosperity of our family, I had todo it."

"Mr. Wilson, Mylo Wilson, think I'm a fool?" Clark glared at him fiercely.Suddenly, he pinched his neck. "You sent your daughter-in-law toplease those freaks. How dare you whitewash yourself? You made mymother a laughingstock of the upper class. You made my father acuckold. All for your money. You are their father and father-in-law. Youare my grandfather. I do appreciate your deep love for our family.""Clark, I had difficulties back then. At that time, our capital chain wasbroken. Your mother... She took the initiative to please those people tosave our family," Mylo replied, his voice tinged with sorrow.

"How dare you be so shameless even until now!" Clark sneered."Grandpa, it seems your knees have recovered.”

He held a small hammer, which sparkled icily under the light, lookinglife-threatening.

His eyes were full of violence. Clark slowly pressed Mylo's legs with aferocious smile. "Grandpa, let me crack your knees into smaller piecesthen."

"No! Stop it! You demon! How can I have a grandson like you? Fuck off!Ah!" Mylo cried in pain, gaping at him in horror.

He struggled, wishing to escape. He kept flinching.

However, Clark was too strong for him to break free. The young manraised the hammer and smashed it onto Mylo's left knee.

Loud bangs were heard in the room.

"Ah!"

It hurt so much that cold sweat oozed on Mylo's forehead. The painmade his eyes bloodshot and almost pop out.

The fear and pain made his face twist horribly.

"Grandpa, that's just one knee. You have two." Clark curled his lips intoan evil smile, making Mylo's hair stand on end.

He raised the hammer again. With other loud bangs, Mylo exclaimedmiserably, hearing the cracking sound of his bone.

"Clark Wilson, you'll die in your boots! I'm your grandfather. How dareyou abuse me!"

“You unfilial grandson!"

"How can I have a grandson like you?"

“Your mother is a whore. She's the Wilson family's tool. How could shehave led such a wealthy life without our family?" Mylo shouted abuse athim.

Pinching his chin hard, Clark snapped, “I dare you to curse her again.Try me! If it weren't for you and the Wilson family, would she..."

He broke off, gazing at Mylo in hatred. "I'll let you watch how WilsonGroup goes to the dogs. I'll let you see how your grandchildren end.Everyone in the Wilson family deserves to go to Hell.”

"You! You!"

Mylo was too furious to utter a word. "You son of bitch! You..."

"So what? I'm in charge of Wilson Group now. Haha... Your favorite sonhas become paralyzed. He's good for nothing. Your other sons andgrandchildren cannot win against me. Just watch, Mylo Wilson. Youowe me. You owe my parents."

Clark shook his chin off. Then he crazily smashed Mylo's legs with thehammer.

Mylo screamed in pain hoarsely, soaking in a cold sweat. His face wastwisted, and he almost fainted.

He trembled all over. His legs hurt too much that he couldn't feel themgradually.

The sweat made his hair cling to his clap. Blood drained from his face.Lying on the bed, he was almost dying. He could only look at Clarkwithout being able to do anything.

The proud president of the Wilson family could only pant in pain like adying dog.

"Kill me! You should kill me!" he prompted hoarsely and weakly. Everysingle word had used up his strength.

"No. I'll replace you excellent doctors to cure you. Then I'll smash your legsagain and replace a second doctor. Grandpa, isn't the game fun?"

Clark played with the hammer, looking leisurely.

Although his words were cruel, he looked indifferent, as if he werediscussing the weather.

“You devil! Kill me!" Mylo exclaimed. He couldn't bear the pain.

The torture made him live in Hell.

"When my mother was sent to those bastards by you, she must havefelt so horrified. She was so weak. I'm sure she was more frightenedthan you. My father couldn't rescue her. How desperate he was!Grandpa, those were all because of you. I've only returned less than1% to you."

With those words, he turned away without sparing a glance at the oldman on the bed.

The door was slammed shut.

Mylo lay on the bed weakly, old and ailing.

Every cell in his body hurt.

The pain made him unable to sleep or sober. In a daze, he recalledthings that happened more than a dozen years ago.

After Clark left the room, he bumped into Winter.

She wore a crimson dress, fully showing her body curve.

She also held a handbag. Seemingly she had just returned from abanquet.

Her fragrance spread in the air.

"Aunt Winter," Clark greeted her.

His voice paled her face. She stopped mid-step, looking over at him."Hi, Clark."

She recalled the scene in his office earlier that day.

Her face paled and reddened in turn as she panicked.

She dared not look at him, afraid the lunatic would do somethinghorrible again.

"Follow me to the study. I want to talk to you." After finishing his words,Clark walked toward the study.

Biting her lip, Winter couldn't do anything but follow him.

Clark was strongly self-restrained. In the daytime, he lost control andhad sex with Winter, but he didn't regret it. Over the years, Clark hadnever been like this before, especially treating a woman. He restrainedhis desire horribly.

However, he had taken Winter, so he decided to restrain himself more.After entering the study, he passed several letters to Winter. "AuntWinter, here are some letters. Please help me deal with them. Leave notrace.”

"What are they..." Winter glanced at the envelopes, only to replace theywere all from Evergreen Welfare House.

Evergreen Welfare House was a welfare institution sponsored by theWilson Group over decades, famous in the industry.

Winter was surprised to see letters from it in such a high-tech era."Deal with them." Clark bowed his head, starting to work.

Winter dared not to speak, and she turned away.

After leaving the study, she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lucky thatClark didn't do anything to her.

She had thought he would do something cruel to her again.

Winter returned to her bedroom. After putting the letters on her deskleisurely, she went to take a bath.

She had experienced such a horrible thing in the daytime. Right aftertaking a bath, she lay down and fell asleep immediately.