Female Novel
Chapter 1438
She didn't know if these two men were acting on Dylan's orders, but right now, all she wanted was to
see Dylan, to just get the hell out of this godforsaken place.
"Please, I'm begging you! Let me go! I need to see Dylan, I messed up, I shouldn't have poisoned dad,
I shouldn't have targeted Maja, I almost killed her, I know I did wrong, please just give me a break."
But the two men seemed oblivious.
They acted as if they couldn't hear a thing, and Judith felt nothing but despair.
Her tears had long since dried up; now, nothing could flow from her eyes.
When she had first been thrown in here, Dylan had visited her once, asking if she had any regrets.
But at that time, she was driven mad by hatred.
"Regrets? Why would I have any regrets? Augus is going to be bedridden for life, and Dylan, if you
don't let me have a good life, I won't give you the antidote. And your sister Maja, she probably doesn't
want to see you, right? That's what you get, it's all on you for trusting me so much!"
Every word she hurled was like a dagger, relentlessly stabbing at Dylan's heart.
Back then, Judith didn't realize what the consequences of her actions would be; she thought Dylan
would still go easy on her.
But Dylan's expression was too calm, as if her words hadn't caused any ripples at all.
He just let her go, with only one sentence.
"I used to be a fool. I won't be seeing you again."
That sentence panicked Judith, but she was still confident, still believing that Dylan would soften for
her.
Dylan wanted to torment her, huh? Laughable. When they were about to dump her in the river, wasn't
he on speakerphone with his bodyguard, just to see her reaction? He still cared about her, deep down.
Even if Maja returned to the Sanders family, so what? Dylan would never accept her as his true sister.
Dylan only cared about Judith, always only concerned about Judith.
This obsession had made her completely overlook the predicament she was in.
But now, Judith was close to breaking.
Each time she fainted from the pain in her heart, she would be jolted awake by more agony.
This kind of torture was worse than death; all she wanted now was release.
Every day she prayed in her mind.
She thought, "Dylan, please, come see me, I just want to be free! Let me die, please just dump me innovelbin
the river, I'm not afraid of death anymore, really not afraid."
But the boiling water still scalded her thighs, where the flesh had been combed away to the point where
bloody bone was barely concealed.
This kind of torment was unbearable for anyone, let alone Judith, who had been raised in the lap of
luxury.
"Help, I really want to die."
"It's all because of Maja, I hate her, I hate her, why is it me who has to go through all this, why."
However, in the dimly lit basement, no one answered her.
The two executioners were born deaf and mute; they couldn't hear the outside world.
So no matter how piercing her pleas were, to them they were silent.
This was retribution.
The screams continued in the basement as Dylan had made up his mind. After delivering Judith to this
place, he had left the villa.
He hadn't forgotten that he had been thrown out of the Sanders family.
He couldn't go to any legitimate companies for work, all his cards were frozen, and he had only a
hundred dollars left on him. This was his retribution.
At first, he thought about starving himself to death; after all, he was the one who had treated Maja so
poorly.
The Sanders family didn't tolerate infighting, yet he had almost killed his own sister.
Now, Maja wouldn't even see him; to be precise, even if she did, he wouldn't dare to meet her gaze.
Dylan had sailed smoothly through life for twenty-eight years, never imagining that one day he would
live like this.
Dressed in a sharp, expensive suit, he sat outside a bustling campus, his trouser legs smeared with
mud, but the air of distinction clung to him stubbornly.
Even fallen from grace, his face and presence still drew the eye.
The college students passed by, throwing curious glances his way, but he seemed unaware, just sitting
quietly.