Chapter 418
He carried Sylvia to the bedside table, where several snacks and a fragrant bowl of porridge had been laid out.
Sylvia glanced at the food without any expression on her face and said, “I have no appetite.”
Her throat was hoarse.
Odell grabbed her shoulder and coldly enunciated each word, “Eat the porridge immediately.”
The look in Sylvia’s eyes was bland and spiritless. She did not seem to have any intention of eating.
Odell cupped her face. “Sylvia, I’m talking to you. Do you hear me?”
Sylvia pursed her lips and ignored him.
In a low voice, Odell growled, “Do you think that by going on a hunger strike, I will divorce you and send you to be reunited with Edmund in jail? If you don’t eat today, you can give up on walking through this door!”
As the words fell from his mouth, he let go of her.
Like a broken puppet, Sylvia lost her support and she fell to the bed.
She lay on the bed without moving, staring at the ceiling in a trance.
Seeing her act like that, Odell felt an anger that he had never felt before surging to his head.
This woman had harmed his grandmother and played him like a fool. He had only broken one of her legs, yet she was now refusing to eat and was acting as if she wanted to die!
She was just asking for it!
Odell immediately walked to her, picked her up, and held her head in place. He picked up the bowl of porridge. Then, he took a sip and kissed her mouth.
He tried to pry her mouth open and force the porridge down her throat, but Sylvia gritted her teeth.
The first mouthful of porridge trickled down the corners of her mouth.
Odell frowned coldly.
Odell glanced at her, a little disdainful of her current disgraceful appearance, and walked out of the room.
Sylvia remained in a daze for a few seconds, then she grabbed the snacks that had been left on the table and devoured them.
Using her hand, she ate them in large mouthfuls. Shortly after, the plates were cleaned.
Her throat felt dry, but the moisture from the porridge that had spilled on the floor had already been absorbed by the carpet.
She hesitated for a moment and dragged herself to the bathroom with her broken leg. She turned on the tap, scooped up some water, and drank it.
Just as Sylvia was gulping down the water, Violet’s shriek sounded outside the door. “Mrs. Carter, what are you doing? Please stop! This water is not clean. You can’t drink it!”
The only thoughts that occupied Sylvia’s brain now were of Liam and Isabel, so she did not hear Violet.
When she was done drinking, she stopped and looked at Violet who was standing just outside.
Violet’s eyes were red as if Sylvia had frightened her. “Mrs. Carter, you are still so young! Please don’t torture yourself, okay?”
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