Chapter 411 Her hellish torment


    Fifty times ofshing and a p from Chad. A night in the basement, and an hour''s walk up the hill


    when she was hungry.


    Ethel thought for a moment that she simply couldn''t resist.


    But the truth was that people had unlimited potential when they wanted to live.


    She was supervised by Cerys with a very heavy hoe and spent the whole morning digging seed pits in


    the field.


    Her body was overloaded with the exhausted feeling, but she actually got through it all and didn''t faint.


    When it was the lunch time, she never thought that she would be like a hungry tiger pouncing on her


    food one day,pletely disregarding her image.


    The rough buns in her mouth were even better than those delicacies of every kind!


    However, Cerys did not allow her to eat much at all. After three big buns, she took away all the dishes


    in front of her and told her to go to the pig pen and feed the pigs.


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    Ethel was an illegitimate daughter, but Reginald and Collin had always been very good to her. She


    grew up in a life of pampering, and had never even seen a pig, let alone into a pigsty.


    As she just opened the door of the pigsty, she was overwhelmed by the disgusting smell inside and ran


    to the side to vomit.


    She just ate the buns but vomited them all out. And the stomach acid was also surging up.


    Cerys saw that she didn''t go in and scolded her, "Why are you dawdling? You have ten minutes. If you


    still can''t finish feeding, don''t eat dinner!"


    It was only the first day, and if she couldn''t eat dinner, she wouldn''t be able to finish the Buddhist


    scriptures.


    Not being able to finish reading meant not being able to sleep. She had to get up at 5:30 a.m. and


    thought she could try to get two or three hours of rest.


    Thinking of this, she held her breath, forcibly resistedmitting nausea, carried the feed bucket, and


    rushed into the pigsty.


    In the afternoon, she still spent in the fields doing farm work. Ethel was slow and managed to finish the


    She was relieved to have survived the most torturous first day, but did not know that the real torment of


    the night had just begun.


    In the evening, she had just finished eating and rested for less than five minutes when she was


    pressed to her knees by Fifteen in the courtyard. Twelve brought the whip and stood behind her with


    coldness.


    Each whipping was painful.


    Ethel gritted her teeth, lunged to the ground again and again, and was dragged up again and again by


    Fifteen.


    Cerys was sitting on a stool in front of the door. She was having snacks and watching.


    The sound of the whip was appalling. Cerys watched for a while and the snacks in her hand dropped


    because of the terrified scene.


    Thinking about what Twelve had told her in the morning, the glimmer of tolerance in her eyes was


    quickly overshadowed by intense disgust.


    She yelled at Ethel, "You deserve it. Mr. Reginald is good enough for you! He''s an old man of almost


    seventy! How could you be so cruel to let someone push him down the stairs?"


    "You are so young but you''re so malicious!"


    After thest whip, Ethel cried out in pain and fell weakly to the ground. Her whole body was in pain,


    especially in her back, which was sharply painful.


    She was in a trance, listening quietly to Cerys'' incessant tirade, without even the strength to retort.


    But the torture wasn''t over yet.


    Twelve lifted her up and made her kneel. And Fifteen carried a whole box of the Buddhist scriptures to


    her. The two nned to take separate shifts for the first and second half of the night, keeping watch


    over her reading.


    Without Reginald and Collin''s help, Ethel was just a soft neen-year-old girl.


    There was nothing else she could do except to conserve her strength and endure the present


    hardships .


    Being resigned, she went to get the Buddhist Scriptures, turned to the first page, and began to recite.


    The Buddhist Scriptures could cultivate her mind but for Ethel, there was only torment.


    It was getting dark and she had been kneeling in the courtyard chanting for two hours.


    She did not expect this torture to be far more suffering than she imagined!


    When she read more, her knees were in a sharp pain as if there were needles stabbing them, and her


    mouth parched and tongue scorched. And the wound on the back was not medicated, and it hurt more


    and more.


    She was struggling to her limit.


    But fainting was not the end.


    Twelve and Fifteen were cruel and wouldn''t havepassion for womanhood. With a bowl of cold


    water sshed on the face, Ethel awakened.


    And the price of waking up was that the chanting continued.


    She stayed weak for another half hour, when the sky suddenly began to drizzle without warning.


    She was inwardly pleased and turned her head to look at Twelve who was beside her, as if she was


    silently provoking with her eyes.


    If the books were wet by the rain, the words would be blurred, so she couldn''t read then.


    But to her surprise, Twelve, who looked disdainful, carried away all the paper books inside the box,


    revealing the special material of the Buddhist Scriptures.


    It turned out that the reason for moving such arge box was that Lyra had thoughtfully thought that it


    would rain, so she made extra preparations.


    For this kind of Buddhist Scriptures, even if it rained, they would not be affected.


    She drenched herself in the cold and biting rain. Looking at the Buddhist Scriptures in her hands, she


    Seeing that she still thought about their youngdy, Twelve reminded her not in a good way, "Read


    quickly. It''s 10 o''clock. If you continue to dawdle, I''m afraid you can''t sleep today."


    In the countryside, people usually got up early during the day and went to bed early at night. And they


    went back to their home for dinner when the sun went down. Cerys had long turned off the lights and


    gone to bed after taking care of his partially paralyzed partner.


    At night, the asional barking of farmers'' dogs in the countryside, mixed with the sound of rain


    sprinkling on the tiles, and Ethel''s hoarse chanting, were surprisingly harmonious.


    Twelve, with an umbre, stood quietly under the eaves and kept watching.


    ...


    The rain was getting heavier. The chillness in spring could still freeze people to shiver.


    It was raining as well in Suham.


    Lyra had just finished her shower and was sittingzily on the bed to apply body lotion which was for


    pregnant women.


    Malcolm obediently sat cross-legged behind her. His bony hands were very skillfully massaging her


    shoulders and neck.


    "Rara, I heard that your brother... today."


    Lyra''s hand, which was applying the lotion, abruptly stopped.


    Malcolm realized he used the wrong word and changed his tone, "I heard Collin didn''t sign the


    session agreement today. Harvey went to the Lloyd Manor to find him and came out not long after."


    "So what?"


    Lyra face was expressionless, "He''s always wanted the inheritance. He will sign it. He just refuses once


    or twice because he feels ashamed and shows it to me."


    Hearing what she said, Malcolm said nothing more and obediently continued to massage her.


    The atmosphere in the bedroom soon resumed as before, apanied by the sound of rain outside


    the window, but there was vague coldness.


    It wasn''t long before the two were preparing to fall asleep.


    Eleven suddenly knocked on the door of the room.


    "Miss, ... Mr. Collin is here, standing right outside the gate. He doesn''t have an umbre. He won''t


    leave. Do you want ... to go down and take a look?"