The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 411

Fifty times of lashing and a slap from Chad. A night in the basement, and an hour's walk up the hill when she was hungry.

Ethel thought for a moment that she simply couldn't resist.

But the truth was that people had unlimited potential when they wanted to live.

She was supervised by Cerys with a very heavy hoe and spent the whole morning digging seed pits in the field.

Her body was overloaded with the exhausted feeling, but she actually got through it all and didn't faint.

When it was the lunch time, she never thought that she would be like a hungry tiger pouncing on her food one day, completely disregarding her image.

The rough buns in her mouth were even better than those delicacies of every kind!

However, Cerys did not allow her to eat much at all. After three big buns, she took away all the dishes in front of her and told her to go to the pig pen and feed the pigs.

Ethel was an illegitimate daughter, but Reginald and Collin had always been very good to her. She grew up in a life of pampering, and had never even seen a pig, let alone into a pigsty.

As she just opened the door of the pigsty, she was overwhelmed by the disgusting smell inside and ran to the side to vomit.

She just ate the buns but vomited them all out. And the stomach acid was also surging up.

Cerys saw that she didn't go in and scolded her, "Why are you dawdling? You have ten minutes. If you still can't finish feeding, don't eat dinner!"

It was only the first day, and if she couldn't eat dinner, she wouldn't be able to finish the Buddhist scriptures.

Not being able to finish reading meant not being able to sleep. She had to get up at 5:30 a.m. and thought she could try to get two or three hours of rest.

Thinking of this, she held her breath, forcibly resisted committing nausea, carried the feed bucket, and rushed into the pigsty.

In the afternoon, she still spent in the fields doing farm work. Ethel was slow and managed to finish the labor midst Cerys' tirade.

She was relieved to have survived the most torturous first day, but did not know that the real torment of the night had just begun.

In the evening, she had just finished eating and rested for less than five minutes when she was pressed to her knees by Fifteen in the courtyard. Twelve brought the whip and stood behind her with coldness.

Each whipping was painful.

Ethel gritted her teeth, lunged to the ground again and again, and was dragged up again and again by Fifteen.

Cerys was sitting on a stool in front of the door. She was having snacks and watching.

The sound of the whip was appalling. Cerys watched for a while and the snacks in her hand dropped because of the terrified scene.

Thinking about what Twelve had told her in the morning, the glimmer of tolerance in her eyes was quickly overshadowed by intense disgust.

She yelled at Ethel, "You deserve it. Mr. Reginald is good enough for you! He's an old man of almost seventy! How could you be so cruel to let someone push him down the stairs?"

"You are so young but you're so malicious!"

After the last whip, Ethel cried out in pain and fell weakly to the ground. Her whole body was in pain, especially in her back, which was sharply painful.

She was in a trance, listening quietly to Cerys' incessant tirade, without even the strength to retort.

But the torture wasn't over yet.

Twelve lifted her up and made her kneel. And Fifteen carried a whole box of the Buddhist scriptures to her. The two planned to take separate shifts for the first and second half of the night, keeping watch over her reading.

Without Reginald and Collin's help, Ethel was just a soft nineteen-year-old girl.

There was nothing else she could do except to conserve her strength and endure the present hardships .

Being resigned, she went to get the Buddhist Scriptures, turned to the first page, and began to recite.

The Buddhist Scriptures could cultivate her mind but for Ethel, there was only torment.