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A Spoonful of Sugar: Don't Beg for Love novel Chapter 4

A Spoonful of Sugar: Don’t Beg for Love By Oopsie Daisy Chapter 4

Hesper sat on the bed weakly with a thick bandage wrapped around her head. She looked at the overbearing mother and daughter before she said halfheartedly, “Grandfather can tell if I’m faking it with a glance.”

Madam Duval grunted coldly and said, “Stop using Mr. Duval Sr. to threaten me. He’s not in the country now, so no one’s going to back you up! Someone, come and pin her down!”

When her voice died away, a few middle-aged women with tall, huge physiques showed up in the room. It made Hesper remember the horrible incident that took place in the hospital room the other day.

She remembered the feeling of the boiling hot soup being poured down her throat, how it felt like hot lava.

She did not wish to experience that again, so she struggled with all her might and shouted frantically, “What are you doing? Let go of me! I’m going to tell my grandfather about this!”

Madam Duval cracked a bitterly sarcastic smile. “We’re going to give a post-delivery detox massage to you, of course. This is for your own good, so be appreciative. Not even Mr. Duval Sr. can pick a fault in this!”

Hesper, knowing that Madam Duval could not possibly be so kind, felt an ominous presentiment in her heart. “Go away! Don’t touch me!”

She knew that Madam Duval loathed her; Madam Duval would never be so kind. However, as a new mother who was recently injured and weak against so many of them, she was utterly incapable of resisting them.

The few middle-aged women pinned her against the bed and immobilized her limbs before they reached out their strong hands and pushed her down on her soft abdomen ferociously.

“Gah!” Hesper let out an agonizing scream and her face turned ghastly pale. Her body was drenched in cold sweat, and even her voice was shaking. “It hurts…”

Madam Duval felt as if her anger was vented at the sight of Hesper in pain. She said with a pleased expression, “You should feel the pain. They are professional post-delivery detox masseuses, and they will most certainly be able to help you detox your body. You’ll thank me later.”

Sophia gloated at Hesper’s misfortune and chuckled. “Hesper, this is a treatment that others don’t get even if they beg for it. Enjoy it!”

“I don’t need…gah!” Hesper’s entire body trembled from the pain, but there was nothing she could do to break free from the women’s claws. She felt as if they would crush her internal organs soon.

It was true that women would receive detox massages post delivery, but these women were instructed by Madam Duval to massage using a crude technique.

The massage was not only useless for Hesper, it would even destroy her weak uterus. Madam Duval was extremely vicious with her motive.

“Gah! Let go of me!”

Rickard had just entered the house when he heard Hesper’s agonizing scream. He furrowed his eyebrows instantly and asked a servant, “What’s happening upstairs?”

The servant answered submissively according to Madam Duval’s instruction earlier, “Mrs. Duval is receiving a post-delivery massage. Women go through this all the time. It’s supposed to help her recover quickly.”

“Is that so?” Rickard did not inquire further but removed his jacket and took a seat.

“Gah!” The agonizing scream coming from upstairs grew more and more intense as if the person was being cruelly tortured. It was gut wrenching to listen to.

“It’s too noisy.” Rickard stood up abruptly, his handsome face filled with impatience. He raised his leg to go upstairs.

The servant hastily stopped him. “Mr. Duval! You’re not allowed upstairs because this is a women’s matter…”

She did not expect Rickard to shove her away, taking it upon himself to walk to Hesper’s room. He forced open the door and entered the room.

Everyone was stunned, including Madam Duval and Hesper. They looked at Rickard in shock.

Rickard found Hesper on the bed with a single glance. She was pinned to the bed by a few middle-aged women, her messy hair drenched in sweat and her small face ghastly pale. Her lips were drained of blood, and her body trembled uncontrollably from the intense pain.

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