Chapter 127
Gwendolyn clenched her hands tightly as she listened to the low growlsing from inside. However,
her face was still cold and emotionless when she looked at Elven.
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“Do you think I’ve gone too far?” Elven knelt down on the spot.
“That’s not what I meant.
You were druggedst night.
It’s only fair to make up for the suffering you endured, but I know that you don’t really want to kill Mr.
Wright.” Gwendolyn felt much better after she heard that. She looked at Quinton after contemting for
a while.
“Go to the Wright residence and bring Frida over here.
Be quick.” “Yes, Ms. Shalders.” Quinton set off immediately. The rest of them stood at the basement
door, listening as the growling and struggling sounds grew more intense as though Maverick was on
the brink of despair. Even the tall and burly bodyguards found it difficult to continue listening and felt as
though they were also being subjected to a cruel form of torture. Ten minutester, Gwendolyn finally
spoke up.
“Open the door.
Get a bucket of ice water and bring it over.
It’ll help him cool down.” The bodyguards obeyed Gwendolyn’s orders after a brief moment of shock
and went to get some ice cubes to mix with a bucket of water. Creak. The basement door opened,
allowing a sliver of light to seep in.
That beam of light stretched Maverick’s shadow long and thin in the center. Mavericky curled up on
the floor, just like a baby in its mother’s womb. The floor beneath him was soaked with sweat, and his
hair was also damp from perspiration as it hung limply over his forehead.
He looked like a helpless and pitiful puppy that had been injured. Maverick had struggled through this
hour to the point of exhaustion, yet his body still trembled violently, and his face was horrifyingly red.
He struggled to open his eyes as he felt the blinding light on his eyelids. Maverick saw a slender and
familiar figure although his vision was blurry. He reached out with trembling hands without hesitation
and looked at that figure longingly.
His voice was hoarse as he said, “Gwendolyn… I-I feel… terrible…” He couldn’t help but feel
heartbroken after seeing how ufortable the drug made her feelst night. Would she feel a little bit
better knowing that I’ve suffered through the effects of the drug as well? Can this lessen some of the
disgust she feels toward me in her heart? Even though his hands trembled violently, he stubbornly tried
to reach out and touch the figure before him.
It seemed so close that he could touch it as soon as he reached out, yet it felt so distant as if there was
an insurmountable barrier forever separating the two of them. Maverick couldn’t see Gwendolyn’s
expression because of the backlight, but he could feel the coldness emanating from her. The intense
coldness made his heartthrob painfully, which was a hundred times worse than when the drug took
effect. Gwendolyn did not budge as she watched him quietly from a distance. Her eyes narrowed
slightly as she noticed that Maverick’s gaze hadn’t left her since he opened his eyes, but she remained
silent. Maverick was still waiting, hoping that she would at least utter a single sentence that contained a
hint of sympathy. However, what came next was Ryan pouring ice-cold water over his head. His
sweltering body couldn’t bear the sudden, drastic change in temperature.
He was ice cold to the core after being poured the bucket of ice water.
His entire body trembled even more violently, and his teeth chattered from the cold.
His consciousness began to fade away. “Ryan, who told you to pour it directly on his head!”
Gwendolyn’s grip on the armrest of the chair tightened abruptly. “Huh? Wasn’t that what you ordered,
Ms. Shalders?” Ryan was shocked by her aggressive demeanor.
His hand trembled, and he identally poured the remaining half bucket of water all over Maverick.
The massive impact caused Maverick to cough violently. The heart-wrenching sound of coughing
echoed throughout the basement as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.
It sounded incredibly terrifying. Gwendolyn was extremely frustrated by Ryan’s approach, which
seemed to cause more harm than good.
She was about to stand up to check on Maverick when a woman’s scream sounded from behind her.
“Ah! Maverick! My dear Maverick!” Gwendolyn’s grip on the armrest loosened slightly when she heard
that. She settled back into her chair, her usual icy haughtiness returning to her face. Frida had still been
in a cast, lying in the private ward of the Wright residence. When Quinton showed up at the door with a
scowl on his face, Frida could easily tell that it wasn’t going to be anything good, and she tried her best
to y the victim, acting as though she really didn’t want to be involved. In the end, she was forcefully
dragged over by Quinton. Frida could no longer pretend to be crippled after seeing her son, who was
on the brink of death after being tortured in the basement.
She stepped on the ground and ran as quickly as she could with her leg in a cast. She copsed to the
ground next to Maverick as she felt how cold and lifeless his body was.
She panicked as she noticed his uncontroble trembling.
“Where’s the doctor? Hurry up and find a doctor! My son is dying! He can’t die! He mustn’t die!” Frida
had been arrogant for most of her life, and this was the first time she had broken down in tears in front
of Gwendolyn and disregarded her image.
“Gwendolyn, I’m begging you! Please save him! He hasn’t done anything wrong.
Why are you treating him like this? You were once a couple.
Why are you being so cruel?” I can’t be cruel to him because we were once a couple? Gwendolyn
sneered, “Despite being married into the Wright family for all these years, I have never experienced
any kindness.
People also say that a daughter-inw is like half a daughter, but not only did you not treat me as a
daughter, you even said that I was worse than your pet dog.
How do you feel knowing that the woman you despise the most is torturing your most precious son?”
Frida was stunned for two seconds before crying out in despair, “I feel awful! I feel like I’m about to
suffocate from the pain.
It’s all my fault for being so harsh on you, but my son is innocent.
Please, save him, Gwendolyn! I’m begging you!” Gwendolyn sighed helplessly.
“I can’t save him.
Only you are able to save him.” Frida stopped crying and froze for a few seconds.
“What does that mean?” “The reason why Maverick ended up like this is because he used the thing you
gave him in my coffee, and you—” Frida yelled before Gwendolyn could finish, “No! It has nothing to do
with him! He rejected my suggestion when I brought it up.
I secretly gave it to him when he wasn’t paying attention! It really has nothing to do with him.
He doesn’t know anything! I mean it!” “Oh? Is that so?” Gwendolyn stood up, walked over to Frida, and
looked down at her condescendingly.
“So, who gave you the drug? Who gave you the idea to pretend to be sick?” Frida was taken aback and
didn’t respond. Gwendolynughed.
“The most intelligent thing you coulde up with is to bring us back together.
The person who instigated you to cause all this trouble just wants to sit back and watch the fight from a
safe distance.
You didn’t even realize you were being used.
It’s quite foolish of you.” It was the first time that Frida had been reprimanded in this manner, but this
time she felt that Gwendolyn was absolutely right.
“That’s right.
I was used! Dexter said that the Wright family could regain its former glory as long as I could bring
Maverick and you back together.
I shouldn’t have believed his nonsense!” Dexter? As expected, it’s that old fox.
He’s incredibly shameless to still be resorting to these despicable tactics at such an old age. Frida held
Maverick in her arms and cried, “Gwendolyn, his body’s getting colder.
Please save him! He means the world to me! He mustn’t die!”