Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
There wasn’t much time left for her.
At that moment, Abel, Katie’s bodyguard, appeared.
Seeing him, Katie asked, “Has the medicine been taken care of?”
Abel nodded and whispered, “Yes, all taken care of. No one will be able to find out that the root cause of Mr. Glyn’s heart attack was his intake of the wrong medication.”
Hearing this, Katie smiled weakly and nodded. To induce complications in her father, she had earlier instructed Abel to give her father a medication that was in contradiction to what he had been prescribed by the doctor.
Of course, if there had been another way for Katie to achieve what she wanted, she wouldn’t have carried out such a drastic measure.
All she needed was for her father to remain in a coma for at least another half month. That should be enough time for her to achieve her goals.
Though she knew that what she did would surely damage her father’s physical functions, she wasn’t that concerned. After all, her father was going to kick the bucket someday. And the sooner he died, the sooner she could take his place.
By harming her father’s health, Katie had bought herself a meager half month. But she was confident that in that short space of time, she would be able to marry Cornell.
Feeling displeased, Katie wanted to lighten up her mood. Pushing the door to the VIP lounge open, she gestured at Abel to follow her in, which he did.
Luxurious and beaming with splendor, the lounge was indeed high-end.
Katie walked up to a chair, sat on it, and studied Abel as a queen would study her subject. “Kneel and please me,” she commanded imperiously.
Hearing this, Abel’s eyes twitched slightly, but he didn’t blink. He walked up to Katie and neatly prostrated himself.
At this moment, he could feel his spirits lighting up. He had never felt so alive.
Abel had been born and brought up on the Dark Island, and Katie’s father had parted with a huge sum of money to secure Abel, assigning him as Katie’s protector.
Katie’s father knew the loyalty of the Dark Island’s assassins was deep-rooted. Their loyalty to their master was for a lifetime.
However, Katie’s father couldn’t have foreseen that the bodyguard he personally selected for Katie would be the one to give him lethal medication. He had underestimated the degree of how loyal the Dark Island’s assassins were.
Whenever a mission was delivered, no matter how farfetched it might be, even if it was to carry out patricide, the Dark Island’s assassins would do so in a jiffy.
Therefore, Abel was Katie’s most despicable pawn in this life, the tool she used to achieve her goals. Abel was tasked with handling all the dirty work that couldn’t see the light of day.
For Katie knew that Abel would never betray her, even if Abel was on the verge of de ath.
In the flickering light on the wall, a shadow prostrated, his head bowed, consistently pleasing Katie…
Afterward, Katie, her body still tingling from what Abel had done to her, was breathing heavily. She sat up lazily and said, “Next time, don’t go as hard to avoid any accident.”
She was still a virgin and wanted to remain that way, at least for now. Abel was too rough just now.
Abel was still by her side simply because of how well he had served her all these years. If not, she would have replaced him long ago.
Flushed and sounding weary, Katie inquired, “How is Cecilia doing?”
“She’s still alive and is being watched. But, from what I’ve observed, she seems to be ambitionless. In fact, she hardly ever leaves where she is,” Abel replied.
Katie shook her head slightly, anger boiling inside of her. Cecilia was the exact definition of a useless individual! How could Cecilia have broken down just because she encountered this setback?
“Go and knock some senses into that skull of hers,” Katie said through gritted teeth.
Her initial plan was to avoid doing anything risky. But, Cornell’s unforgiven words earlier had deeply wounded her. After she informed him of her father’s illness, he was unfazed and even spewed more heartless words.
Katie wrongly shifted all the blame on Cornell’s damn ex-wife who should have left this world long ago.
As Katie thought of this, a malicious smile appeared on her face.
She had to finish that woman.
“As you wish,” Abel replied as he bowed his head, not daring to meet Katie’s gaze.
But, his aroused reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Katie. Unable to ignore it, she said with a slight frown on her face, “Handle it yourself.”
Abel nodded, turned around, and headed out.
In the shed.
Just as Abel approached it, he heard some suggestive sounds.
When he entered, he saw Cecilia lying down on the floor like a log of wood.
Near Cecilia, there was a dark and dirty man with his pants pulled down. At first glance, it was clear that he was a rough individual.
That dirty man angrily threw a blanket on Cecilia’s face and bellowed, “Smell that abomination yourself. You are not worthy to even live in a pigsty!”
The dirty man paused for a moment and began to pull up his pants before continuing, “You stink like a rotten corpse. If only I could find another woman, I wouldn’t come within a hundred feet of you!
You should try and find out what the hell is wrong with you!”
The dirty man shook his head and began to limp backwards as he muttered, “You damn bitch. Every single square inch of your body is disgusting. I can’t believe how disgusting you are. You are nothing more than a ghost…”
Hearing this, Cecilia, slightly trembling, turned around to face the dirty man. Hearing Cecilia’s movements, the dirty man turned back and yelled, “Don’t you dare raise that ugly face of yours, you rotten woman! Do you want to scare me to death?”
The moment the accusatory words were hurled, Cecilia instinctively bowed her head, trying to make herself smaller as she silently absorbed the barrage of curses and insults.
There was no way she could fight back or try to defend herself, nor did she intend to. This roof over her head was provided by this dirty man who made a livelihood from scavenging.
It may not seem like much, considering how much she had in the past.
But at the moment, it was a sanctuary to her. Without it, she would have nowhere to stay.
Cecilia wanted to get treatment for her ailments, but she didn’t have anything except the poor excuse for clothes on her body, and she didn’t have any means to get the money.
The scars she carried were not just physical reminders, but also emotional wounds that never seemed to heal and only grew worse with time.
It was only when the dirty man with a limp left and silence reigned in the room for several minutes that Cecilia dared to raise her head.
The evidence of her trauma was etched onto her face. One side remained unscathed, while the other bore the horrific marks of severe burns.
The injury was a harsh reminder of the moment she had been abandoned on the side of the road, her face brutally scraped against the unforgiving asphalt when a car accidentally hit her, chunks of skin torn away in the merciless drag. The agony she endured was beyond words, a torment that cleaved through her very soul.
Despite the harrowing torment, Cecilia gingerly got back to her feet and tried to ask the car driver for compensation, but the car driver refused and insisted on calling the police and going through the insurance procedures.
Cecilia was afraid the police would discover her past wrongdoings and arrest her, so she did the only thing she could think of at that moment. That was to flee away.
Since she was unsuccessful in getting money from the driver, her injuries remained untreated. As time passed, the wounds turned into scabs and eventually healed until it became a rugged terrain of scars, hideous and unpleasant to look at.
Cecilia had cut ties with her family a while ago, and not long after, she was stripped of her resources and connections. As horrific as the past few days had been, there was nothing she could do to change her fate but to sit in limbo, waiting for death to find her.
But even at that, the idea that that dirty man with a limp could throw her out was laughable. Just thinking of it roused the old Cecilia, and a sinister light flickered within her eyes.
There was a creak and the door was suddenly pushed open.
Cecilia had an unexpected guest. There was barely enough scrap of fabric on her body to cover her dignity, but she felt no shame and made no move to hide herself from this newcomer. Calmly, she raised her head and looked at the newcomer.
Before she stood a man dressed in dark attire, his face partially hidden by a mask. His eyes were sharp and intense, like an eagle’s gaze.
“Do you want to get your revenge?” The question was direct and straight to the point.
“Can you assist me?” Cecilia replied, matching the man’s bluntness.
She didn’t bother to ask the man’s identity or reason for helping her.
Her face and body were ruined, and now she was nothing but a shadow of herself. Could she resign herself to this fate and allow the one who ruined her life to walk away? Absolutely not.
However, no matter how desperate she was for revenge, her reality was a brutal slap to the face. For one thing, Cornell was safeguarded by a plethora of bodyguards. She couldn’t get within a hundred miles of where he was. And to add insult to injury, Audrey was also out of Cecilia’s reach.
Indeed, Cecilia wanted to get her pound of flesh, to make Cornell and Audrey suffer for every ounce of horror she had gone through, but she couldn’t do it by herself.
Now fate had for once shown mercy on her and brought to her an ally who wanted the same thing she did. What they stood to gain from Cornell’s destruction mattered very little to her. The only she cared about was seeing Cornell’s world crumble.
The second Abel heard Cecilia’s question, he knew he wouldn’t have to persuade her to work with them.
Since that was the case, Abel took out a wad of cash, threw it on the floor and ordered in a voice devoid of emotion, “This is a good place to hide. Stay here and recover. When the time is right for action, you will be informed.”
Then, Abel turned around and left.
“Wait!”
Abel stopped in his tracks as Cecilia’s voice rang out. When he turned to look at her, she met his gaze without flinching. “Is there a poison capable of causing instant death?”
Abel, seasoned in numerous assassination missions, instantly realized Cecilia’s intent. Cecilia possessed the ferocity and venom necessary to execute a deed of earth-shattering consequence in her final moments.
Some hours after Abel left, the dirty man with a limp returned. He had spent the entire day scavenging, but all he had to show for his efforts was a cart filled with refuse.
For once, Cecilia cleaned herself up and even tidied up the place.