Wasn't she mocking her for being old?
Then fine. She'd make Sherry old ahead of schedule. Let her carry that reek of piss everywhere she went. Any man who saw her would run. Sherry brought this on herself for daring to cross her.
This was the price of offending her.
"You met Mrs. Lockwood last time, didn't you? She doesn't dare disobey her husband in the slightest. Besides, you've given Sherry more than enough freedom already. A society wife shouldn't have that much liberty—you gain some, you lose some."
It was true; Mrs. Lockwood had been practically unhinged. If any woman so much as stood near her husband, she'd lunge forward and tear into her without mercy.
Her husband wasn't exactly in the right, but what man didn't keep company with women for show? It was part of the job. He certainly couldn't drag his embarrassing wife along to events, could he?
She just wasn't fit to be seen in public.
"When you put it that way, Ms. Gable really does know how to handle people. Mrs. Lockwood is as docile as a kitten now."
No one cared why she was so docile, what had happened to her, what she was thinking, if she was hurting, or if she was in pain.
All that mattered was that she obeyed.
"The longer it takes effect, the better it works. It'll last her entire life, and Sherry won't change a bit."
Of course she wouldn't. Even if she was tough and she hadn't been broken completely, they had plenty of humiliating footage of Sherry in their hands.
She'd have to beg them constantly not to leak it. And eventually, it would "accidentally" get out.
Sherry's fate would be utter ruin.
When that happened, he wouldn't have to lift a finger—Gilbert would despise her, and Lucas would hate her even more.
A woman Gilbert found repulsive would be even beneath Lucas. Even putting those two men in the same sentence with Sherry was an insult to them.
Even an average man, a lonely bachelor, wouldn't look twice at her.
Gilbert thought back to the old days. No matter how late he came home, Sherry always left a light on for him.
She couldn't sleep until he returned. Even in the middle of the night, she'd get up to wait on him.
Now he lived at Splendor Villa, with no one waiting up for him.
He couldn't blame Julia, though. She slept heavily, worn out from her busy days.



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