Chapter 1611


    He stared at Sherry and said to Peter, “Hire some men to mow thewn. | don’t want to see any grass or weeds in this house


    after an hour.”


    Peter slightly furrowed his brows. “Yes, sir.”


    He acted quickly. In less than ten minutes, the workers were already mowing thewn.


    John leaned on the chair elegantly as he looked at Sherry with an evil grin.


    Sherry clenched her fists tightly, watching the workers mow every de of grass from thewn.


    In fact, not only the front yard but even the garden and every other corner of the house that had greenery on it had the nts


    removed.


    Only concrete and mud remained.


    The workers left after they finished mowing thewn.


    John remained seated in the house and his gaze was glued to Sherry.


    Sherry’s fists remained clenched as she looked at him. Her voice was slightly trembling when she said, “Are you nning to


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    She was not given food, and now even thewn was mowed. What else could the man be nning if not starving her to death?


    John narrowed his eyes. He curled his lips and said, “Then, do you think | should let you live a good life?”


    Sherry’s chest tightened. It felt like something was pounding on her heart.


    She suddenly gained a mysterious courage to look him in the eyes and was no longer afraid of him torturing her to death. Her


    eyes were bloodshot as she said, “John, | know | indirectly caused Madam Stockton’s ident, but | never once thought of


    hurting her. | never wanted this to happen. If you think I’m the one who caused it, just go to the police and arrest me. You have


    no right to imprison me here and torture me!”


    She did indirectly cause Madam Stockton’s car crash because she had taken Caprice out, but she did not wish for it to happen or


    directly caused it. She even tried her best to save Madam Stockton and prevented tragedy!


    Must she be starved to death just to make it up to Madam Stockton’s tragedy?


    All she did was take Caprice out for a while! She did not even do anything!


    The more Sherry thought about it, the heavier her grief became. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but the man simply stared at her


    with a grim look.


    He watched as she leaned on the wall with her body curled. She had to rely on the wall to get to her feet, and her teary eyes


    made her look extremely pitiful.


    For some reason, his chest tightened, and it grew more suffocating as he watched. It felt like his chest would burst any moment.


    He was not enjoying it either. Maybe it was his anger that tortured him.


    He got up and walked to her.


    Sherry instinctively covered her neck with her hands.


    John grinned. “Sherry, do you really think this is grief?”


    “| don’t,” she said, but her tears continued to trickle down her cheeks.


    John narrowed his eyes. He scoffed and said, “Then, why are you telling me all this?”


    Sherry choked on her emotions and was silenced.


    John’s gaze turned frosty, and so did his expression. “Nothing left to say? Feeling guilty? Where''s your confidence now?”


    Sherry tightened her lips as she looked into his eyes. “Why don’t you just end me?”


    What else could she say? She apologized countless times and did indeed feel guilty for indirectly putting Madam Stockton ina


    comatose state.


    What else could she do?


    Must she make it up to Madam Stockton with her life?


    Sherry then removed her hand from her neck. She looked up at him and exposed her neck to him.


    “Just strangle me to death so that | can make it up to Madam Stockton.”


    She closed her eyes. However, maybe because of her fear of death, her eyelids trembled even when she closed her eyes.


    Her lips were tightened, and she looked like she had made up her mind to wee death.