The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 925

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 wantthat.”

Mya clutched the curtain in the corner as she shivered. When Fred saw her lose her senses, a surge ofinexplicable 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 obedientfrom 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 belocked 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, Fredwas already gone.

She then timidly looked at the bed. Fred’s fierce expression earlier had caused her mind to suddenlyflash back to images of her past abuse-a long whip lashed her body. The terrifying voice of threats thatnot 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 toVentropolis Prison.”

“Okay.”

An hour later, they arrived at the prison. Fred had a strong presence and exuded a hostile vibe as hewalked 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 timeFred 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 theempty 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 noisestartled 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?!”novelbin

Fred looked down at Luke who was on the ground. His gaze was horrifying and eerily frightening. Halfof his face was concealed in the darkness making him appear as if he was a devil from hell coming toclaim lives.

He responded, “I want you dead!” These four words sealed Luke’s fate. The prison guards outside thecell 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. Theechoes continued until the voice gradually weakened.

Fred finally finished venting his anger after over half an hour. His body was covered in blood. Fred’sgaze was chilling. It appeared that the prison guards were used to this kind of situation. One of themhanded a clean handkerchief to Fred. Fred then took it and wiped his hands, saying, Clean up themess.”

“Yes, sir.”

Not long after Fred left the prison, he received a call from the hospital. “It’s bad. Mr. Turner, you need tocome to the hospital immediately! Ms. Harper… She…”