Skeletons Of The Marital Closet
Chapter 59

Chapter 59 Shawn's face turned dark. "You dare to talk to me like this?"

What he did was for her own good!

This soup contained harmful medicine!

Instead, Gale regarded his kindness as nothing but trash! "Have you been nice to me?" Gale said, "You only made me suffer humiliation in different ways!"

Shawn took the thermos flask away and threw it on the ground.

The soup splashed everywhere.

The loud voice alarmed the butler, and he hurried to the kitchen. Seeing this, he was at a loss for words. "Mr. Wood..."

"Go away!"

"Yes..."

"Tell Paula not to send any more soup from tomorrow onward! No one drinks it!" The housekeeper replied, "Okay, okay." Strangely, he asked Mr. Wood if he wanted to refuse the soup, and Mr. Wood said he wanted to keep it.

Why did he suddenly change his mind today?

Gale bit her lower lip so as not to let the tears fall.

Shawn abused her, bullied her, asked her to atone for her sins, supported Susan, held her to draw blood to save Dean...

She really hated him.

"Shawn, if one day, you replace out...you should never have treated me like this," Gale looked up at him stubbornly." How much regret would you have?". "Regret? I know no such thing!"

Gale took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "How long before you marry Susan? Let's get a divorce as soon as possible. I am willing to go back to the mental hospital and be imprisoned for the rest of my life."

"You can go back just because you wanted to? You..." "I don't have a choice. Is that what you are about to say?" Shawn squinted his eyes and looked at her. He raised his hand and squeezed her chin firmly, "Gale, why are you so unwilling? Why are you so unhappy just to draw a little blood?" "Because I didn't harm the dean, I have no obligation to

draw blood to save him."

"The surveillance footage is very clear!"

Gale asked, "What you see must be the truth, right? Forget it, Shawn. If you don't believe me, it's useless to say more."

Susan is the one he wants.

Shawn snorted coldly and shook her off. "Even if it wasn't for you, you must give your blood. Your life is worthless!"

He turned to leave...

Gale looked down at the debris on the ground, stepped over it, and continued to look for food in the refrigerator.

After she was full, she returned to the master bedroom and lay down on the floor beside the bed.

She curled up into a ball, her hands tightly pressed against her stomach.

She had no idea how long she had slept. When she was in a daze, she heard footsteps coming from outside the door, getting closer and closer. Gale wanted to open her eyes, but she had no strength.

"Gale, get up here!"

It was Shawn's voice.

She answered vaguely, but her body could not move.

Shawn looked at her sleeping and heard footsteps approaching the door. He reached out and grabbed her shoulders, and dragged her onto the bed. As he stuffed Gale into the quilts, the door opened.

Lucas, leaning on a cane, stood at the door, smiling. "Oh, she hasn't gotten up yet.

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