“Think it through. This is just one of the procedures you’ll have to endure. There are more surprises awaiting you,” Hilliard warned.
With unwavering determination, Nathan nodded without hesitation.
“I’m ready. I fear nothing.”
“Well, I hope you can maintain that toughness later on. Please take a seat,” Hilliard said with a smirk.
Nathan walked over and sat down, while Hilliard swiftly connected the device he was holding.
“The pain level starts at 1, equivalent to a needle prick or a mosquito bite. Level 4 feels like an iron awl stabbing the thigh.
For someone like you who served in the army, this should be a piece of cake. Let’s just skip to level 5,” Hilliard explained.
Without giving Nathan a chance to process his words, Hilliard pressed the button on the machine.
Pain surged through Nathan’s body immediately. He furrowed his brows, gripping the handrail tightly as he silently endured.
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Observing Nathan’s growing tolerance, Hilliard increased the intensity of the pain.
At level 7, agony coursed through every fiber of Nathan’s being.
Veins protruded on his arms, his fingertips trembled slightly, his face paled, and beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead.
Despite the torment, he gritted his teeth and made no sound.
At that moment, following Hilliard’s instruction, Cyrus pushed a table in front of Nathan.
While Graham placed a pen, a notebook, and a printed A4 paper on the table.
Struggling through the pain, Nathan lifted his head, confusion evident in his eyes as he looked at Hilliard who was by his side.
Hilliard explained, “It’s a list of obligations you must fulfill for Lucinda once you’re married. It’s said that you have good handwriting, so please copy it word for word.”
Nathan read the paper aloud, “My wife is the most important person in the world to me;
I will handle the chores, cooking, and cleaning so that she never has to do any household work;
I must take good care of her, never upset her, yell at her, or abuse her.”
There were fifty rules he had to obey, and roughly five hundred words in total.
Seeing that he was in a daze, Hilliard offered him a gentle reminder, “Hey, if you’re feeling stuck, you can always throw in the towel.”
Nathan’s response was immediate as he eagerly reached out for the pen, signifying his readiness to take on the challenge.
As he gripped the pen in his hand, his delicate fingertips quivered with an icy chill that he couldn’t control.