Judy froze for a moment as she held tightly onto the bedsheet. She shook her head and gestured, "I didn't do it."
She was not Matthew's dog. She despised the Blake family. She had to marry into the Reid family because of her grandmother.
"What? Do you expect me to believe you when you're just shaking your head?"
Clark's voice grew deeper. He raised his palm and acted as if he could snap Judy’s neck at any moment.
He was outraged. Since this mute girl came to the house, there had been no peace in the Reid family, and she had caused such a huge scene now.
She was just a mute, but he had underestimated her.
Judy's face flushed red as she struggled against his strength. She did not want to die. She would not allow herself to die because her grandmother was still waiting for her.
"It seems that without some punishment, you won't confess!"
Seeing her stubborn resistance, Clark snorted coldly and suddenly exerted force to lift her entire body.
She screamed in fear. Even though she could not speak, her throat made a dry, raspy sound of terror, which only disgusted the man even more.
He carried her straight into the bathroom and threw her into the spacious bathtub, commanding in a cold voice, "Take off your clothes!"
Judy froze. What did he want to do?
She lifted her head, only to meet Clark's steely eyes that were devoid of any warmth. At this moment, any explanation from her seemed powerless.
She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip. After some hesitation, she resigned herself to her fate and slowly began to undress. She removed her clothes one by one, until finally, she was left with just her underwear.
Her body was exposed in front of the man, and at that moment, she felt like nothing but a plaything without dignity.
In the next moment, Clark turned on the faucet. The icy water poured down from the pipes, ruthlessly washing over her entire body.
Instantly, her body warmth dissipated with the water, and Judy shivered violently, her face devoid of any color.
The water was freezing.
"I shall ask you again. Is the news true?" he questioned with a lowered voice, each word striking fear into her heart.
Shuddering, she shook her head. Even her teeth were clattering due to the cold. She had not done anything, and she would not admit to it.
"No, it's not true," she signaled while trembling all over from the cold water, a sight that would move any man, including Clark.
After he turned off the tap, Judy hugged herself. She was still shivering, her face already bruised.
"As long as you admit it, I'll let you go," he said coldly, giving her one last chance.
However, she continued to shake her head.
Forcing herself to move through the pain and cold, she gestured, "I haven't done anything. Can you believe me?"
Clark did not understand sign language, but he could see her efforts to deny it. If she was not from the Blake family, he would not have continued like this.
He had other ways to find out the truth. There was no need for this, but she was indeed a member of the Blake family and she refused to stay put until she caused such trouble.
What good could come from the Blakes?
Driven by these thoughts, his anger flared up again, and he turned on the faucet once more.
"You're still being stubborn, huh? Then stand here until you admit it."
The water rushed down again, and Judy's shoulders tensed up. Clark stepped back and checked the watch on his wrist, expressionless. He wanted to see how long she could hold out.
Time passed, second by second…
Still standing in the bathtub, Judy was almost delirious from the cold water. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably. Several times she nearly lost her balance as her body swayed.
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