Countryside.
Ethel had a splitting headache and woke up from her daze.
In this coma, she had a long dream in which Reginald was not yet in a wheelchair and was still young.
He let her ride on his shoulders and took her out to the amusement park, telling everyone in no uncertain terms that Ethel was Reginald's youngest and most beloved daughter.
They had a great time and her dreams were all about laughter.
But ...
Her vision gradually cleared and what came into view was the beams of a simple house in the countryside with a dim lamp over it.
No Reginald, no amusement park, there was just endless torture ahead.
Her dream was shattered and she was completely awake.
Reginald would never wake up. She made Claudia push him down, and even if he lived, there was no way he would want to disclose her identity.
After all, it was a dream.
She laughed, which was a mocking for herself.
Cerys was sitting right next to her, leisurely crossing his legs and having snacks again.
"You're awake? With the doctor, there's really a huge difference. But your body is too weak. You don't even survive one day. There will be years and years waiting for you. You'll have to suffer!"
Cerys spat out the seed shell and sighed repeatedly, but had nothing good to say.
Ethel wanted to speak. As she opened her mouth, she found that her voice was too hoarse to make a sound, and it hurt when she swallowed. She still had an intravenous drip, and her whole body was medicated and bandaged.
She was heartened.
Lyra found someone to heal her. Was this a sign of being softhearted? Was she going to let her go?
Cerys saw the elation on her face, but what she said would instantly shatter her delusions.
"Since you're awake, get up. You've been sleeping all day. It's already night. It's time to go to the courtyard and kneel!"
She had just woken up and her voice was hoarse, and she had to read the Buddhist Scriptures?
As Cerys prepared to turn and walk out the door, Ethel lunged forward, grabbed her hand, and then pointed at her throat.
Cerys quickly understood what she meant and said nonchalantly, "Miss Lyra said, if your voice doesn't work, your hands always work. Just kneel down and copy. The rules remain the same."
Ethel was confused.
Copy?
It had 5 million words!
She could not finish copying it one night even if her hand was broken!
Cerys noticed her stunned and angry expression and got a little annoyed, "Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"
Ethel did not move. She just woke up from a coma and was dizzy. The fever seemed to have not completely gone down. And her left hand was hanging from an infusion bottle. If she had to kneel overnight, she would faint again.
If this went on, her body would not be able to bear it!
She lowered her eyes and mulled it over for a while.
Cerys walked out of the door, looked back and found her still laying on the bed. Then she completely annoyed.
She angrily stepped forward, grabbed Ethel's slim wrist, decisively removed her drip, and pulled her off the bed without mercy.
Ethel fell to the ground on her knees, which was extremely painful. However, she was unable to cry out in pain.
Cerys watched her expression and was hardhearted.
"Ethel, you can't stand this little torture now? When you tried to get Miss Lyra killed several times before, why didn't you think this day will come?"
"All these sufferings are the sins you once committed! It is a sin that you should atone for! You aren't qualified to resist."
Ethel listened to her quietly and soon stopped struggling, allowing Cerys to take her out of the room and throw her out into the yard.
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