The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 925
Mya said, “Fred, don’t hit me. I won’t do it again. If you hit me, it’ll hurt me for a long time. I-I don’t want that.”
Mya clutched the curtain in the corner as she shivered. When Fred saw her lose her senses, a surge of inexplicable anger overwhelmed him. It made him feel frustrated.
Mya did not dare to speak. She just pressed herself tightly against the corner and said, “I’ll be obedient from now on.
“I’m stupid, forgive me.”
Mya did not dare to look at him. She did not even know why Fred was so angry. She did not want to be locked up in a small dark room again. She was terrified.
A loud sound was heard as the door slammed closed. Mya was startled. When she looked over, Fred was already gone.
She then timidly looked at the bed. Fred’s fierce expression earlier had caused her mind to suddenly flash back to images of her past abuse-a long whip lashed her body. The terrifying voice of threats that not obeying meant going hungry and enduring a beating echoed in her mind.
When Riley saw Fred walk out of the room, he followed him. Fred got into the car and said, “Go back to Ventropolis Prison.”
“Okay.”
An hour later, they arrived at the prison. Fred had a strong presence and exuded a hostile vibe as he walked through the dim corridor of the prison.
Riley was walking behind him. It had been a long time since he had seen Fred so angry. The last time Fred had been so angry was when he had been banished to oversee this prison a few years ago.
Fred forcefully kicked open the locked door without saying a word. This loud noise reverberated in the empty corridor, causing the lights on the prison walls to sway and flicker.
Inside the cell, Luke was covered in wounds. Just as he finally managed to fall asleep, the loud noise startled him awake.
He watched Fred, who looked terrifying, take a police baton from a prison guard and walk toward him. Luke kept fearfully moving back, “W- What do you want?!”
Fred looked down at Luke who was on the ground. His gaze was horrifying and eerily frightening. Half of his face was concealed in the darkness making him appear as if he was a devil from hell coming to claim lives.
He responded, “I want you dead!” These four words sealed Luke’s fate. The prison guards outside the cell knew there were not many who could stay conscious after provoking Fred to personally intervene.
In the prison, the screams in agony grew more intense, with each more miserable than the last. The echoes continued until the voice gradually weakened.
Fred finally finished venting his anger after over half an hour. His body was covered in blood. Fred’s gaze was chilling. It appeared that the prison guards were used to this kind of situation. One of them handed a clean handkerchief to Fred. Fred then took it and wiped his hands, saying, Clean up the mess.”
“Yes, sir.”
Not long after Fred left the prison, he received a call from the hospital. “It’s bad. Mr. Turner, you need to come to the hospital immediately! Ms. Harper… She…”
