Chapter 28 I Prefer Torturing People Than Killing Them
Chapter 28 I Prefer Torturing People Than Killing Them
Fiona and Sheila glanced at the contents of the photocopy, and their faces went colorless. They dared
not utter a word.
They failed to set her up but instead she had gotten the goods on them.
They were in the wrong this time!
Lyra saw them both deflated and shook her head sarcastically.
She thought they would have been tougher and resisted a little longer!
"Go, hurry up with the smashing so we can proceed to the next step." As she finished talking, a
meaningful smile played over her lips.
It was almost seconds before the bodyguards quickly took action.
Four of the bodyguards gathered all the servants in the garden and contained them there, while the
other six were responsible for carrying out the apocalyptic destruction on the manor.
Soon the whole manor was filled with sounds of cracking and smashing.
The contained servants listened to the noise and cowered together, not daring to look.
Fiona also listened with her heart beating crazily fast.
Sheila shrank into her arms in fear, then suddenly remembered something and she jumped, "Oh no! I
just got the set of LC Limited-Edition Cosmetics from Matania last month! You can't destroy it! Stop!"
She panicked and broke away from Fiona's embrace and ran upstairs to stop them.
There were screams mixed with the sound of broken porcelain.
From a distance, it sounded like an eerie symphony.
Fiona's fingernails were cutting into her palm, and her sinister stare at Lyra looked like she wanted to
chop her into pieces.
It was the money she had lost, which made her heart wrench severely.
But decades of wealthy life had become part of her blood. She would not bow down to this little bitch no
matter what!
She forced down the pain of a probable heart attack and glowered at Lyra with indignation, "You're
downright vicious! Bitch! You'll get your karma. I'll hunt you down!"
Lyra laughed, "If I'm considered vicious just by this, then what are the things you did to me in the
previous three years? So vicious that it's outrageous, right?"
Fiona sneered, "You're just a bumpkin who came out of nowhere. You don't deserve my son. What I did
was just to teach you rules of a prestigious family. It was you who couldn't stand the hardships and
asked to divorce. What does it have to do with me? Is that my fault?"
Her sophistry made Lyra laugh.
Forget it. These people were so full of themselves, and would never think they have done anything
wrong.
Lyra found it a waste of breath to argue with them.
Fiona wanted to continue when she saw two bodyguards dragging Sheila out of the manor, who kept
cursing on the way.
The bodyguards' strength was so great while Sheila kept struggling, so her wrists and arms were
bruised.
Fiona was distraught and tried to rescue her baby girl back from the bodyguard, but was held down by
another guard and couldn't move, so she could only look at Lyra in horror.
"What do you want to do to Sheila! I was the one who sent the men. It had nothing to do with Sheila.
Kill me if you have the guts!"
"I prefer torturing people than killing them."
Lyra curled her lips into a smile, "Last time, I said that if you messed with me again, I'll double my
vengeance on you, but ..."
She paused while the bodyguard brought her a chair, and she sat down right in the middle of the gate
without going inside.
Because she had said before, even if Fiona begged her on her knees, she would not step into the
Freeman Manor again.
"Considering that you were once my mother-in-law, an elder to me, I won't touch you, so she'll pay your
debt."
She said, her stern gaze darting on Sheila.
Sheila had experienced Lyra's punishment at the party before, and she immediately shivered. "Mom!
Help me! She's gonna to kill me!"
Although Fiona was held by the bodyguards, she was able to speak, and she kept accusing Lyra of her
"bad deeds", cursing and threatening her non-stop.
Mixed with Sheila's wailing, it was deafening as hell.
Lyra frowned unpleasantly, "So noisy. Gag her."
The bodyguard casually found some rags which were used to clean the room and stuffed them into the
two women's mouths.
The only sound left in the garden was the weak whimpering of the two women, the shouting finally
stopped.
Lyra's playtime began.
"Remember when you accused me of stealing the jewelry and you took the chance to snatch away my
shares of the Freeman Group? But since I've destroyed all your belongings, this debt is settled. But, as
for the time when you forced me to kneel down in the rain, we can't forget that, right?"
She passed a wink.
The bodyguard kicked Sheila on the crooks of her knees.
Sheila could not stand the force and slumped on the ground heavily. Those fine small pebbles grinding
her knees brought excruciating pain to her. Sheila's head, because of inertia, fell downward
uncontrollably.
Sheila's head didn't hit the ground because she was pulled back by the bodyguard, but from a distance,
it looked like she was kowtowing to Lyra. Sheila's face was distorted in pain. Such a grave humiliation.
Fiona's eyes were teary with pain, and her mouth was still mumbling, seemingly she was yelling curses
like "Bitch, you're going to die". Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
"Heartbreaking already?"
Lyra smiled indifferently, "When you see that it is your own daughter who is suffering, you can't stand it
anymore? I was not your daughter, but I have a mom too. When you treated me like this, had you ever
thought that my mother would also be heartbroken?"
At the mentioning of her mother, Lyra subconsciously clenched her fists tightly until it hurt.
Some bad memories came to her mind.
A few moments later, she suppressed the emotions that had suddenly risen, and looked up at the red
glow in the sky with a sullen look.
"It's a pity that it isn't raining heavily today. The account is not completely settled."
She frowned in contemplation, suddenly her eyes glinted with a hint of delight. She got a good idea,
"Go get a few buckets of water from the pond."
The bodyguard went to do it immediately.
The servants, cowering in the corner of the garden, gasped as they heard how Lyra was torturing the
two women, but none dared to come forward and plead for mercy.
After all, many of them had witnessed how Lyra had been treated like this before; as for the rest, even
if they had not seen it, they had heard of how mean Fiona was to her daughter-in-law.
And Sheila used to bully Lyra too.
So it seemed quite fair now for the daughter to pay her mother's debt.
Soon, the bodyguards got five buckets of water. Because it was a fish pond, they had accidentally
scooped up a few small shrimps and water plants as well.
Sheila's wide-open eyes were saturated with dread, and she kept shaking her head at Lyra and
begging for mercy, sobbing uncontrollably, with no trace of her former arrogance and bossiness.
"Pour on them."
Her icy tone rendered the mother and daughter in complete despair.
Splash—
A whole bucket of pond water was poured over Sheila's head, not a drop left.
Sheila was now pale-faced, shuddering from the coldness, water plants stuck to her face, shrimps still
bouncing on her head, indescribably wretched.
She looked up and saw her mother weeping but unable to do anything about it, and saw Lyra, whom
she hated most, looking at her mockingly.
There were also those servants who always got scolded by her, and they were sneaking glances at her,
witnessing her shame.
Her pride, her self-esteem, was all shattered. Unbearable and humiliating emotions filled her up.
She broke down completely and bawled.
She passed out before the bodyguards could pour the second bucket of water down.
Lyra saw that Sheila had really fainted, so she let the bodyguard release the restraint.
As soon as she was released, Fiona dashed to check on her daughter first, even forgetting to curse
Lyra.
"I'm just teaching you a lesson today. If you dare do it again, it will be more than this."
Seeing that the account was almost settled, Lyra called her bodyguards back and prepared to go
home.
Just as she turned her head, she met the magnetic eyes.
Melvin was staring at her, his face gloomy, his thin lips pursed.