Chapter 10 Woman, let's see how long you can hold on!
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Chapter 10 Woman, let's see how long you can hold on!Kevin Yule! This name means status, power and wealth!
Confined in the dungeon, Berg's words echoed in Melody's ears all the time.
Damn Kevin, what a p*****t! Son of a b***h! Absolute lunatic!
Squatting in the corner, Melody choked up and grumbled, tightly cuddling herself.
Tears filled her eyes yet she was trying to hold them back. Her delicate little face was full of stubbornness.
The temperature around ped sharply, and the coldness deepened. Melody was holding on and would not beg for mercy.
Why was it that no one was willing to believe her?
Dad was like this.
The same was true of Kevin.
She was not pregnant and could not remember that she had entered the castle. Then what went wrong? How could she be so unlucky to be confronted with Kevin.?
… …
"Master, it has been three hours. It seems that Miss Lowe is not lying."
Looking at the large monitor, Donald frowned and stood aside, slightly worried.
Kevin sat on the leather sofa, holding a glass of wine with his fingers and squinting lazily. "Set the temperature to the coldest. I'm sure she will tell the truth."
Donald glanced at the monitor with a worrying look. He saw Melody's thin figure shrinking in the corner with white frost on her body.
"Sir, it is freezing in the dungeon. I'm afraid..."
"Afraid of what? Death? If we don't do this, how can she tell the truth?" Kevin glanced at the monitor, expressionless.
"But, in case..."
'Bang' …
Kevin tossed out the wine glass and interrupted Berg. The atmosphere became tense instantly.
Seeing this, Donald lowered his head. "I'm sorry, sir."
"Get out!"
"..."
Dare not say anything more, Donald left the room.
In the bedroom, Kevin was left alone.
He stared at Melody on the screen in silence, watching her thin body shrank, and her pale face was bloodless.
The messy long hair was draped on her face. Kevin could vaguely see a trace of blood seeping out of her mouth and her expression was painful.
Is she biting her lips to fight against coldness?
Still refuse to tell the truth?
Nicely play, woman!
"Berg!"
"Master." Berg appeared in the bedroom.
"Set the temperature to the lowest." With cold eyes staring at the delicate and poor people on the screen, Kevin said sharply.
Berg put on a hesitant look, "Master..."
"Why? Do you also want to disobey me?" Kevin gave him a displeased glance.
Berg shook his head. "No."
"Then off you go!" When the words fell, the tea table in front of Kevin was kicked over and made a loud noise.
Berg immediately carried out the order.
Kevin stuck his eyes tightly on the monitor. He sneered, "Woman, let's see how long can you hold on!"
… …
Five hours had passed.
Five hours in the dungeon!
Melody tried to open her eyes several times but still failed to do so.
The air－conditioning around is getting stronger and stronger, her body gradually lost consciousness, and the consciousness was gradually blurred.
Suddenly a picture came to her mind at this moment...
"Promise me, Dad, and you must do what you've promised, or you would be a big－nosed pig."
Young Melody held Anthony's hand tightly and repeatedly stressed before getting on the bus.
Anthony petted Melody's head. "Who's daddy's good girl? Have a good time with your mother. Dad can't accompany you this time. I promise I will be there next time."
"Well, Dad, you must keep your promise." Melody said softly.
"Certainly." Anthony touched her face and bent over to kiss his wife's lips. "Take good care of yourself and our daughter. Travel safe."
"Well, bye－bye, sweetheart." Melody's mother hugged Melody and got into the car.
Then the picture changed...
The sound of whistles and noise followed.
"Hurry! There's an accident here."
"Oh, poor little thing! The child is so little."
"Is the woman still alive?"
"She is probably dead... leaving the child alone…What a tragedy..."
"..."
Little Melody knelt in a pool of blood, shaking her mother desperately and crying hard. "Mom, wake up! Mom wake up! Don't leave me..."
"Mom..."
In the dungeon, Melody mumbled. Her eyelashes quivered and a of glittering tears fell from her eyes.
Mom, don't leave me alone...
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