The Extraordinary Bride Of The Wyndham Family (Isla and Gabriel) novel Chapter 182

Chuckle

Chuckle

Chuckle

That was all John did.

The sound echoed softly inside the large, cold room, bouncing off the bare walls and tiled floor. The room smelled of damp concrete, dried blood, and something more disgusting.

John and Gladys sat on the floor, their backs pressed against the wall. Their hands were tightly bound behind them, and their legs were tied together with thick rope.

There was no way out. Even the small windows were tightly sealed up.

The white shirt John wore was no longer white. It was soaked with dried blood that had darkened into a deep red. His lips were split, his face bruised, and blood still leaked slowly from the corner of his mouth.

Yet, even in this broken state, he still looked strikingly handsome.

And he was laughing as if he had not been tortured enough.

It was a dry, mocking chuckle, filled with pain and defiance.”You know you are not funny, John,” a middle-aged woman with chestnut short hair and blue eyes snapped angrily.

She stood a few feet away from him, her arms crossed, her eyes cold and impatient. She is Johanna, Anna’s younger sister.

Beside her stood someone John never imagined would ever hurt anyone.

Wyatt, his son.

John lifted his head slowly and looked at them through half-closed eyes. His vision was blurry, but he could still see their faces clearly enough.

“So let’s get this straight,” John said hoarsely. “You want me to set your sister free. You want her to become the sole owner of Wyndham Residence. And you want Wyatt to get his job back.”

Johanna nodded without hesitation. “That is correct.”

She paused, then added with a cruel smile, “And my sister will also become a shareholder in the Wyndham Estate empire.”

John chuckled again, blood spilling from his mouth as he laughed.

That laughter snapped something inside Wyatt.

Without warning, Wyatt stepped forward and struck Johnhard across the jaw.

The sound echoed sharply.

John cried out as the force sent him stumbling sideways.

His head hit the hard wall with a dull thud. His body slid back down to the floor, weak and shaking.

Blood poured freely now.

– Gladys screamed.

“No! Please stop!” she cried, pulling against her ropes even though it hurt her wrists. “Please! You’re killing him!”

She looked thin, fragile, and exhausted. Her hair was messy, her eyes swollen from crying. She had no strength left in her body, only fear.

“I warned you to cooperate, John,” Johanna said coldly. “If you don’t, I will end both your miserable lives right here and right now.”

John tried to lift his head again, but his body refused to obey him. His breathing became shallow. His eyes fluttered weakly.

Gladys noticed immediately.

“Oh my God,” she sobbed. “Please stop hurting him. He has lost too much blood. He needs a doctor. Please… please help him.”

For the first time, Johanna hesitated.Her eyes scanned John’s condition properly now. She saw that he had lost so much blood, his skin looked pale. And his breathing weak.

Fear crept into her face.

This wasn’t part of the plan.

They were told to scare him, to pressure him, and to break his will. Not to kill him.

“You idiot!” Johanna snapped, turning sharply to Wyatt.” Why can’t you use your brain for once? How do you expect us to get anything if he dies?”

Wyatt frowned: “I didn’t know he was this weak. And even

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