After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 411 Her hellish torment

Fifty times of lashing and a slap from Chad. A night in the basement, and an hour's walk up the hill when she was hungry. Ethel thought for a moment that she simply couldn't resist.

But the truth was that people had unlimited potential when they wanted to live.

She was supervised by Cerys with a very heavy hoe and spent the whole morning digging seed pits in the field.

Her body was overloaded with the exhausted feeling, but she actually got through it all and didn't faint.

When it was the lunch time, she never thought that she would be like a hungry tiger pouncing on her food one day, completely disregarding her image.

The rough buns in her mouth were even better than those delicacies of every kind!

However, Cerys did not allow her to eat much at all. After three big buns, she took away all the dishes in front of her and told her to go to the pig pen and feed the pigs.

Ethel was an illegitimate daughter, but Reginald and Collin had always been very good to her. She grew up in a life of pampering, and had never even seen a pig, let alone into a pigsty.

As she just opened the door of the pigsty, she was overwhelmed by the disgusting smell inside and ran to the side to vomit.

She just ate the buns but vomited them all out. And the stomach acid was also surging up.

Cerys saw that she didn't go in and scolded her, "Why are you dawdling? You have ten minutes. If you still can't finish feeding, don't eat dinner!"

It was only the first day, and if she couldn't eat dinner, she wouldn't be able to finish the Buddhist scriptures.

Not being able to finish reading meant not being able to sleep. She had to get up at 5:30 a.m. and thought she could try to get two or three hours of rest.

Thinking of this, she held her breath, forcibly resisted committing nausea, carried the feed bucket, and rushed into the pigsty.

In the afternoon, she still spent in the fields doing farm work. Ethel was slow and managed to finish the labor midst Cerys' tirade.

She was relieved to have survived the most torturous first day, but did not know that the real torment of the night had just begun.

In the evening, she had just finished eating and rested for less than five minutes when she was pressed to her knees by Fifteen in the courtyard. Twelve brought the whip and stood behind her with coldness. Each whipping was painful.

Ethel gritted her teeth, lunged to the ground again and again, and was dragged up again and again by Fifteen.

Cerys was sitting on a stool in front of the door. She was having snacks and watching.

The sound of the whip was appalling. Cerys watched for a while and the snacks in her hand dropped because of the terrified scene.

Thinking about what Twelve had told her in the morning, the glimmer of tolerance in her eyes was quickly overshadowed by intense disgust.

She yelled at Ethel, "You deserve it. Mr. Reginald is good enough for you! He's an old man of almost seventy! How could you be so cruel to let someone push him down the stairs?"

"You are so young but you're so malicious!"

After the last whip, Ethel cried out in pain and fell weakly to the ground. Her whole body was in pain, especially in her back, which was sharply painful.

She was in a trance, listening quietly to Cerys' incessant tirade, without even the strength to retort.

But the torture wasn't over yet.

Twelve lifted her up and made her kneel. And Fifteen carried a whole box of the Buddhist scriptures to her. The two planned to take separate shifts for the first and second half of the night, keeping watch over her reading.

Without Reginald and Collin's help, Ethel was just a soft nineteen-year-old girl.

There was nothing else she could do except to conserve her strength and endure the present hardships.

Being resigned, she went to get the Buddhist Scriptures, turned to the first page, and began to recite.

The Buddhist Scriptures could cultivate her mind but for Ethel, there was only torment.

It was getting dark and she had been kneeling in the courtyard chanting for two hours.

She did not expect this torture to be far more suffering than she imagined!

When she read more, her knees were in a sharp pain as if there were needles stabbing them, and her mouth parched and tongue scorched. And the wound on the back was not medicated, and it hurt more and

more.

She was struggling to her limit.

But fainting was not the end.

Twelve and Fifteen were cruel and wouldn't have compassion for womanhood. With a bowl of cold water splashed on the face, Ethel awakened.

And the price of waking up was that the chanting continued.

She stayed weak for another half hour, when the sky suddenly began to drizzle without warning.

She was inwardly pleased and turned her head to look at Twelve who was beside her, as if she was silently provoking with her eyes.

If the books were wet by the rain, the words would be blurred, so she couldn't read then.

But to her surprise, Twelve, who looked disdainful, carried away all the paper books inside the box, revealing the special material of the Buddhist Scriptures.

It turned out that the reason for moving such a large box was that Lyra had thoughtfully thought that it would rain, so she made extra preparations.

For this kind of Buddhist Scriptures, even if it rained, they would not be affected.

She drenched herself in the cold and biting rain. Looking at the Buddhist Scriptures in her hands, she laughed sarcastically, "Lyra, good job!"

Seeing that she still thought about their young lady, Twelve reminded her not in a good way, "Read quickly. It's 10 o'clock. If you continue to dawdle, I'm afraid you can't sleep today."

In the countryside, people usually got up early during the day and went to bed early at night. And they went back to their home for dinner when the sun went down. Cerys had long turned off the lights and gone to bed after taking care of his partially paralyzed partner.

At night, the occasional barking of farmers' dogs in the countryside, mixed with the sound of rain sprinkling on the tiles, and Ethel's hoarse chanting, were surprisingly harmonious.

Twelve, with an umbrella, stood quietly under the eaves and kept watching.

The rain was getting heavier. The chillness in spring could still freeze people to shiver.

It was raining as well in Suham.

Lyra had just finished her shower and was sitting lazily on the bed to apply body lotion which was for pregnant women.

Malcolm obediently sat cross-legged behind her. His bony hands were very skillfully massaging her shoulders and neck.

"Rara, I heard that your brother... today."

Lyra's hand, which was applying the lotion, abruptly stopped.

Malcolm realized he used the wrong word and changed his tone, "I heard Collin didn't sign the succession agreement today. Harvey went to the Lloyd Manor to replace him and came out not long after."

"So what?"

Lyra face was expressionless, "He's always wanted the inheritance. He will sign it. He just refuses once or twice because he feels ashamed and shows it to me."

Hearing what she said, Malcolm said nothing more and obediently continued to massage her.

The atmosphere in the bedroom soon resumed as before, accompanied by the sound of rain outside the window, but there was vague coldness.

It wasn't long before the two were preparing to fall asleep.

Eleven suddenly knocked on the door of the room.

"Miss, ... Mr. Collin is here, standing right outside the gate. He doesn't have an umbrella. He won't leave. Do you want... to go down and take a look?"