?<strong>Chapter 232:</strong>


    Bria announced, “But since you seem to prefer kneeling, go ahead and kneel.”


    The color drained from Kallie’s face. The spot where she knelt featured neither a soft carpet nor any gentleness, just a cold, hard floor. Supporting her belly had be a necessity. Pregnancy had brought not only joy but also constant back pain, and now her lower body started to ache with a dull, persistent soreness.


    Kallie attempted to withstand the difort, but a cold sweat began to bead along her spine. Looking up at Bria with eyes brimming with tears, Kallie silently pleaded for somepassion. However, Bria merely yawned, unaffected. “The medicine’s making me sleepy. I need to rest for a bit. Keep an eye on her for me, will you? Since she refused to take my medicine, she must be feeling strong. A few hours of kneeling shouldn’t hurt her.”


    In utter despair, Kallie shut her eyes, harboring a faint hope that her unborn child could stay strong. However, just an hourter, Kallie could no longer endure the pain. She was soaked in cold sweat, appearing as though she had just emerged from ake.


    At her breaking point, Kallie looked desperately at the people beside her. Unfortunately, Kallie’s phone, her only means ofmunication, had been confiscated. Some servants, noticing Kallie’s dire condition, began toment with thinly veiled glee.


    “Feeling unwell, are you? Speak up, then. What’s the use of having a mouth?” one of them taunted.


    “She’s still silent, so she must be coping,” another chimed in.


    “Look at her. She seems to revel in her suffering,” a third sneered.


    “If she’s enjoying it, let her be. It’s not our ce to stop her.” With those words, they erupted intoughter and snickers.


    Taking a deep breath, Kallie could only hunch over, bracing herself with her hands on the cold floor. In the past, such cruelty from her peers would have only brought tears of injustice. She could hardly believe that these were her fellow women. But now, her mindset had shifted.


    Kallie’s tears mingled with sweat, falling to the floor one by one. She saw her pitiful reflection in the polished surface below, resentment and a fierce resolve burning in her eyes. Kallie had never before seen herself in such a state. The pent-up anger inside her had finally reached its peak.


    She lost her ability to speak due to an ident, something she never wanted. Yet, the people around her continued to mock and insult her cruelly. Even mute, she harbored thoughts of revenge. Kallie gritted her teeth so hard that she tasted blood but steadfastly refused to raise her head and beg for mercy from her tormentors.


    Yet, she hadn’t anticipated the relentless cruelty of those unwilling to let her off the hook. They had mocked her for their amusement, but their enjoyment waned as she remained unresponsive. Herck of reaction diminished their fun, prompting them to exchange knowing looks.


    Long-time followers of Bria, they had absorbed her traits. Though Bria seemed gentle and harmless on the surface, she was profoundly twisted. Suddenly, Kallie felt a significant weight crash onto her back, igniting a wave of sharp pain.


    Curses filled the air.


    “Enjoying this, are you? Then just stay down on the floor,” one sneered.


    “Can’t even kneel properly? Need us to show you how?” another jeered.


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