Tonight, she had spoken with Harold about the super virus serum.
However, Harold had informed her that the serum had been given to Kyson by the Princess Royal two weeks ago, and now it was in Kyson’s possession.
But Kyson had lied to her, claiming that the medicine was still stored in the palace’s warehouse to keep her trapped here.
Once Nathan’s illness became incurable, his plan would come to fruition. He would not only save the super virus serum but also marry her as he desired. Ultimately, Nathan would die a miserable death filled with regret.
Kyson was such a tricky man!
“You bastard! You are a real monster!”
Provoked by her scolding, he was once again consumed by anger.
He tightened his grip on her neck again and whispered in her ear, “You’re correct. I’m indeed a monster, so don’t piss me off!”
She could barely breathe now. She felt suffocated and was not able to struggle.
Due to her morning sickness, she hadn’t been able to eat properly lately. She lacked the strength to fight against a physically strong man.
Kyson gazed at the pain etched on her face and let out a wild, unrestrained Laugh.
His smile was accompanied by tears streaming down his cheeks.
He withdrew his hands and frantically tore at his shirt.
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A rush of fresh air reached Lucinda’s chest, and she immediately covered her neck, coughing uncontrollably. Suddenly, she saw Kyson’s acts.
“What are you doing?”
He paid no mind to her question. He removed his torn shirt and suit and threw them on the floor, leaving him half-naked.
She instantly averted her gaze, but he grabbed her chin again and forced her to look at his body.
“Lucinda, what are you scared of? I just want you to open your eyes wide and see it clearly!”
His skin was marred with scars that almost traversed his entire torso, turning his strong and handsome physique into a grotesque sight.
The scars of destruction, even when healed, would never fade away.
“Have you seen it clearly? It’s all because of Nathan!”
“I was whipped with a saline-soaked whip, burned with cigarette ends and hot irons. His men even poured two whole bottles of sulfuric acid on my back. They cut me four hundred and four times on my flesh.
How many of my ribs have been broken? More than I can count!
During my six months in prison, I had to survive on scraps left by others. At night, I either slept in a filthy toilet or was Locked in a cold, damp cell. Any slight mistake would result in beatings. This hellish existence has driven me to the brink of madness!