Chapter 10 Joseph, I'm Dying
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Ada's lips turned pale. After speaking a string of words, she felt a bit weak and mechanically put on her clothes.
"Joseph, we could have ended this marriage peacefully. Since you don't want to, I can only sue you for domestic violence and see you in court."
This woman, Ada, was really tough to deal with. Even if she was bullied badly, she would only shed a few tears and then return to normal. Joseph didn't know where to start to defeat such a person for the first time.
As people often say, once someone experiences enough pain, they will remember it and not make the same mistake again.
Now that Ada dared to challenge him, it was nothing more than relying on the big tree of the Smith family. Without the Smith family, she would probably be worse off than a dog.
Originally, he despised the idea of acquiring the Smith family. But now, he realized that he needed to take down the Smith family as soon as possible so that Ada would be under his control and obediently become a qualified blood bank tool.
Joseph attributed this twisted possessiveness to his hatred for Ada. He didn't want to divorce her, but he just didn't want to fulfill her wishes.
"It seems that the punishment was too light. Otherwise, how come you haven't learned your lesson!" After speaking, Joseph grabbed Ada's hand and pulled her up from the ground.
She felt light as a feather in his arms, like holding a piece of fluff. She didn't seem to weigh as much as a woman who was 168 cm tall should.
Ada was caught off guard by his sudden action. "Let me go, I can walk by myself!"
Of course, the man wouldn't listen to her. Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist and walked towards the bedroom.
He threw her onto the bed. Seeing Joseph's appearance, Ada shrank into the corner of the bed in fear. No one was not afraid of pain, and what had just happened was enough.
Joseph looked at her small movements, and sneered: "With your dog bones, you still expect me to touch you a second time?"
Ada lowered her head, pursed her lips tightly, and clenched her hand under the quilt into a fist, shaking.
Joseph opened the drawer, which contained various items. He casually glanced at the medicine bottle inside but didn't care about it. He took out a bunch of keys from it.
"I see that you're in good spirits. You should be fine without food for three days."
The man's emotionless words made Ada tremble. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"You want to lock me up here for three days?"
Joseph wasn't just saying it. His cold and sinister gaze swept over her, and he turned around and walked out.
Ignoring the pain in her body, Ada rolled off the bed and hurriedly followed Joseph from behind.
However, how could her terminally ill body compare to Joseph's? The door in front of her made a loud "bang!" sound, and the entire wall seemed to vibrate.
Ada felt like she had fallen into icy water, and her pores contracted all over her body. She couldn't help but shiver, and tears filled her clear eyes.
Joseph, standing outside the room, locked the door and shook the keychain.
Three days without food is unbearable for a normal person, let alone a patient with advanced gastric cancer. Ada slammed on the door: "Joseph, let me out! My stomach hurts...I'm scared, I'm really scared..."
He stared sharply at the closed door, as if he could see Ada crying and making a fuss through it.
He sneered, "What does it have to do with me?"
Although Ada's body was weaker than before and she had lost weight, her stomach was still healthy. It was just three days without food. There was tap water inside, and she wouldn't die just by drinking water.
He had made up his mind to punish Ada and give her a deep memory so that she would not dare to disobey him.
Ada continued to knock on the door. The room had soundproofing panels, and she wasn't sure if Joseph was still outside. She could only beg him to let her out over and over again.
She leaned her head against the door, her heart sinking, and tears fell down heavily. "Joseph, I'm going to die..."
"Joseph, I'm dying..."
"I'm really going to die..."
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