Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1660

Chapter 1660: Seeking Revenge for Mommy

On the other side, at Rohomes.

Athena half-lay on the bed, deep into the night. The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and the dark night spread out in all directions. She gazed at the twinkling stars outside, the crescent moon hanging in the sky. Regardless of the beauty of the scenery, her eyes still held a sinister darkness.

Cloud stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, making a phone call.

He deliberately lowered his voice, and as the conversation progressed, his expression grew increasingly solemn.

Occasionally, he glanced behind him at the woman lying on the bed, her face pale.

Last time, a bullet from Magnan had pierced her left scapula, and the wound had not healed yet. Although it had stopped bleeding, the pain remained. It would take a hundred days for such injuries to recover, and it might not fully heal for a while.

Athena held her left shoulder, as she often experienced pain at night, preventing her from falling asleep.

And all of this was thanks to Joyce.

She clenched the bedsheet tighter and tighter, her hatred almost grinding her teeth to pieces.

Damn Joyce, she made her endure this extreme pain.

She vowed to make Joyce pay for it. To make her suffer a thousandfold, ten thousandfold. She wanted to crush Joyce to dust. Otherwise, the deep resentment in her heart would never be resolved.

Cloud finished the call and walked over, seeing Athena sweating from the pain.

His brows furrowed deeply. The injury this time was indeed severe, something even a man would find unbearable, let alone Athena, who had been pampered since childhood. However, he also knew that Joyce had hesitated at the time. She didn't know their identities or the power they belonged to, and she was wary of them being foreigners. That was why she didn't aim for Athena's head.

Otherwise, a headshot would have been within Joyce's capabilities.

Athena was now practically a corpse.

"Suzuki, give me an injection," Athena squeezed her arm, her nails deeply embedded in her flesh.

"No, excessive use of opioids can lead to addiction. Endure it for a while. You'll get through it," Cloud sat down next to Athena. "Athena, think about it. You've been in a coma for so many years. What did you wake up for? The things you need to do haven't even started. You absolutely cannot become dependent on medication."

"What nonsense! If I tell you to give me an injection, then give it to me," Athena roared in anger, her teeth chattering.

The pain was the most difficult to endure at night.

Cloud got up and opened the safe, taking out a box of opioid painkillers and gave one to Athena. At the same time, he handed her a glass of water. "Take this, it will provide some relief, and it has the least harm to you."

"I don't want this. It's useless," Athena raised her hand in anger.

The teacup was instantly knocked over and water spilled all over the floor.

Cloud furrowed his brow. He kneeled down, picked up the medication from the floor, and tore off some paper towels to clean up the spilled water.

"You can't have the injection," he said firmly. "You're already on the verge of addiction. Endure it for now. It's within your tolerance, and you can't rely on medication."

"I can't endure it," Athena's anger flared, and she swept everything off the bedside table, making a mess on the floor.

Actually, it wasn't that she couldn't endure it.

She was just too infuriated and couldn't swallow her pride, which made the sensory pain feel even worse.

The loud noise disturbed Iris, who was sleeping next door.

She got up from her bed and gently pushed open the door. She saw the mess on the floor and shrank back in fear. Then she noticed Athena's contorted face, which frightened her even more.

She had never seen Athena in such a terrifying state. In her impression, Athena had always been gentle and kind to her.

Standing at the door, she didn't dare to move forward, but she was also worried. She stood there, fidgeting with her hands.