Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 1117
I Hate Her as Much as You Do
Lee narrowed his eyes and said, “I reckon her arms are broken after being hung on the roof for close to 4 hours.”
“Broken arms are nothing.” Mason gritted his teeth as his handsome face turned menacing. “I’m not letting her off,” he hissed coldly.
Only then Lee noticed Mason was on the bed. He adjusted his glasses and looked at Janet. “Shall I track her down?” he asked.
Pursing her lips, Janet lifted a brow and said nonchalantly, “Sure. Whether it’s just her arms or her head, I must see her.”
Ever since last night, her desire to see Emily die had not changed. However, little did she expect that Emily would be gone within a night. She escaped pretty fast.
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Meanwhile, in a basement in Yobril, a woman who looked agonized was lying on a bed with her eyes closed.
“How is she, doctor?” a man who was wearing gold-framed glasses while dressed in a black blouse asked.
In his white coat, the doctor answered solemnly, “Her hands were tied up for too long and have turned blue due to the lack of blood circulation. They might not be able to return to their original state.”
Corey narrowed his eyes to look at the woman on the bed and hummed in a low voice, “I see.”
As long as she was still alive, the experiment could be carried out as usual. Even if Emily lost both her arms, his plans would not impede.
After some time, Emily finally woke up. Opening her eyes slightly, she wanted to use her hand to shade her eyes from the light but she couldn’t muster any strength at all. Then, she quickly glanced around her surroundings. A dingy basement?
Emily’s first instinct was that Janet had locked her up again. At once, she was filled with fear and rage. “Let go of me, Janet you b*tch!” she screamed.
Corey was elated to hear her voice. Immediately, he quickly opened the door and walked in.
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