Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 345

Resurrecting the Genius Within 

Chapter 345 Ryan’s Father 

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Maria’s face contorted with displeasure as she gazed disapprovingly at Jim, seated nearby. She instructed her subordinates, “You both, take him away for me.” 

Jim was led out of the church. 

As the initial rays of morning light seeped into the space, he slowly came to his senses, his arms tingling from the prolonged binding. 

His injuries and attire were fused together by the dried blood, causing every motion to elicit intense, stabbing agony. 

Observing the shabby room where he was held captive, Jim’s contemplations were abruptly halted by the grating sound of the door’s movement. 

Advancing towards him with a loaf of bread, Maria mocked, “Are you feeling hungry? Please be with me. Should your begging meet my standards, I may consider granting you bread.” 

Jim disregarded her entirely. 

Frustrated by being ignored, Maria grabbed Jim’s face and forcefully stuffed the bread into his mouth. 

Seeing it wouldn’t go in, she squeezed his cheeks even harder, trying to force his mouth open. 

The bread crumbled, but she couldn’t get it into his mouth. 

Maria, infuriated, forcefully threw the bread she was holding onto the ground, then ruthlessly stomped on it with her fool 

“I want to see how many days you can starve!” 

In a fit of anger, she stormed out of the room and ordered her subordinates at the door, “Don’t give him any food, and don’t give him any water to drink.” 

Maria returned to her room, seething with rage. Her foolish subordinate came to report again. “Miss, Mr. Grady is looking for us everywhere. Should we just hand the person over to him? This person killed Mr. Grady’s son. He won’t rest until he personally avenges his son’s death. This person has powerful backing, and Master Warner doesn’t want to antagonise his family. If you kill him, Master Warner will punish you, 

Miss. 

Maria, still furious, marched forward and kicked her chatty subordinate out of the door. “Who gave you the authority to lecture me? 

“Now go and keep an eye on Uncle Grady and the others. If they come looking for us, I’ll kill you!” 

Withholding food and water as orilered, Jim was bound and detained for a whole day, leaving him utterly drained and exhausted. 

To make matters worse, the weather was sweltering, and his wounds began to fester and inflame. 

In the evening, Maria returned once more, kicking the door open with a resounding thud, jolting Jim awake from his drowsy state. 

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She held a cup of water and approached him, offering it to his parched lips. Jim lifted his gaze to meet hers briefly before lowering his head. 

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He tentatively parted his lips and took a sip, finding the water as salty as if it were straight from the ocean. 

“Dare to spit it out, and I’ll kill you,” Maria warned sharply. 

Unfazed by her threats, Jim simply spat the water out in one go, his brow furrowed in disgust. 

Maria was infuriated. She retrieved a whip and dipped it into the salty water before delivering a harsh lash to his body. 

The salt–infused whip tore through his skin, opening a bloody wound. Jim let out a stifled groan, the pain nearly shattering his teeth before he managed to suppress any further cries of agony. 

The saltwater stung at his wounds, causing Jim to gasp for cold air, his body trembling slightly. 

Maria, having vented her anger with two more whips, then addressed him sternly, “From today onwards, I’ll give you a few whips every day. And when you’re dead, I’ll capture your two friends and whip them to death too!” 

Maria left after her stern words. 

At midnight, after enduring three days of relentless torture, Jim finally succumbed, slipping into unconsciousness. 

When he regained consciousness, it was already noon the next day. 

He found himself lying in bed, his wounds cleaned and dressed, wearing a clean shirt. 

His hands and feet were still bound with coarse rope. 

His gaze fell upon Maria, who was seated at the table, enjoying some snacks. 

Secing him awake, Maria called in her subordinate at the door to give him water. 

The man was rough, yanking Jim up and forcing his mouth open to pour the water down his throat. 

This time, the water was clean and free of salt. 

Jim’s chest was soaked, the wet shirt sticking uncomfortably to his treated wounds. 

Furious at her bed being dirtied, Maria shouted for him to get off.