Chapter 84 Teaching Her A Lesson

Chapter 84 Teaching Her A Lesson

That spot hurt a lot! 

Violet felt dizzy.

She couldn't open her eyes.

She couldn't make out her surroundings.

A strong palm connected with her cheek, pulling her out of the pool of unconsciousness. 

She gasped. Her breathing ragged. 

Strange how she couldn't move or lift her limbs.

They felt heavy, bound by what seemed to be a hard rope.

Where was she?

Where was her baby?

“Wake up, you fool!” Accompanying the hard slap was the cold water poured over her.

From head to toe, Violet was completely drenched.

She shivered, the icy coldness sipping into her bones.

Slowly, her vision became clear. 

Violet gasped, finding herself kneeling in front of the woman.

She cursed under her breath, wriggling to break free from the rope. “Becca, what's the meaning of this!?”

“You're seeking death, Violet! Call me mother-in-law!” The woman slapped her. 

Violet didn't see it coming.

What did she do wrong this time?

How the hell had she offended her?

“You have grown wings in this house, haven't you?” Becca shouted. “I sent someone to call you but you refused to come.”

“This is inhumane!” Violet glared at her. “Let me go, and maybe I'll change my mind about reporting you to the authorities-”

“Ha! You dare!” Becca laughed hysterically. 

Three slaps in a row. 

Violet still didn't know why she was going through this punishment.

The burning pain on her cheeks was hard to bear.

She feared the woman would blind her vision if she kept on slapping her. 

“Remember you're just a filthy girl who has gotten into his grandfather's good books by luck! You should feel privileged to marry into this kind of family! How dare you give my son a hard time!?”

Violet frowned at the woman's words.

She could guess where this was going. 

“If you don't allow him to sleep with you, how are you gonna get pregnant and give birth to a son? Do you think giving us a granddaughter is enough?” Becca went on, shouting hysterically. “This stupid girl! I'll disfigure you for life!”

Violet couldn't avoid the next slap also as her movement was restricted. 

She had to bear with the pain. 

Even if she screamed, nobody would probably hear her. 

She could recall this room. After all, Becca had once locked her inside it for three days straight. 

“If my son returns tonight, you must apologize to him and let him sleep in the same bed!” She grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up. “This should be your first and last time of ignoring the family's tradition, understand?”

Violet didn't understand.

She didn't know why she had to listen to this woman. 

“Repeat after me. You'll never deny your husband his rights again.”

“I'll never respect women like you!” Violet shook her hand off. “Why do you only care about your son? Aren't you curious about his offense?”

“My son is perfect! You're just a filthy girl who only wishes to destroy his life.” Becca grabbed a cane from the corner.

Violet gulped.

She wasn't about to flog her, was she? 

“If you have forgotten, I'll teach you the family's tradition again. Our men work hard to take care of us! Your duty is to make sure he's always in a good mood! Get that into your dumb head!”

The sight of the huge cane was enough to scare her.

Violet couldn't help but imagine the kind of bruises she was going to sustain from it. 

But maybe she was too stubborn for her own good. 

She was never going to repeat those stupid words Becca asked her to. 

“I'm still waiting.” Becca struck the cane against the wall, probably to intimidate her. “Repeat after me or you'll receive ten lashes. You'll never deny your husband his rights again!”

“You’re so horrible, Becca. It's no wonder your daughter ran away!”

Violet knew she had touched a sensitive spot just to spite the woman.

Becca's eyes reddened, her mouth opening wide. 

Pointing the cane forward, her whole body began trembling. “H- How! How dare you mention her! My daughter is dead!!!”

One strike of the cane sent her whole body shuddering.

The numbing pain was so overwhelming as if her bones could break.

Violet shut her eyes. 

Damnit! What was she doing?

Why did she agree to Clyde's offer despite knowing she could fall back into this mess?

With a mother-in-law like Becca, one would rather not get married. 

Honestly, if she got out of this place alive, then she would make this woman's life hell. 

“I'll kill you and make sure nobody finds your body! My son doesn't deserve a wife like you! My granddaughter shouldn't have this kind of mother-”

Becca raised the cane high in the air, ready to strike her again. 

Someone kicked the door open!

It was so dark outside that only darkness flooded in. 

“Mum! What the hell is this!?”

Wasn't it too late that Clyde came to her rescue?

He snatched the cane from his mother and tossed it aside. “Do you wish to go to jail?”

“She mentioned your sister and is treating you like garbage! Don't I have the right to punish her!?” Becca shouted.

Clyde ignored the woman. 

He untied the ropes binding her before picking her up.

Violet winced in his arms. Her whole body was sore. 

“Don't blame me, Son. I was only teaching her the family's tradition.” Becca blocked his path. “Just let me teach her a lesson. I won't let her become like your sister!”

“You're so despicable, Mum.” Clyde nudged the woman aside. 

He came out of the basement, holding her close to his chest. 

Violet couldn't look at his face.

She hated him too, Damnit!

She wasn't even grateful that he came to her rescue. She just wished both mother and son could rot in hell!

At this time of the night, the whole mansion was silent.

Not even the sound of an animal could be heard.

Clyde took her back to his quarters. He placed her on the bed and carefully removed her wet clothes. “You shouldn't have mentioned her. Mum has a mental illness, Violet.”

Violet didn't have much energy left to register his words, and she slipped back into unconsciousness.