Chapter 36


    She finally understood Lucius’s purpose for bringing her here: it was to make her suffer again. His ulti


    ultimate goal was to torment her and make her life a living hell.


    With azy air, he shut theptop and looked at her coldly. Even though he was sitting, he looked regal,


    rxed, and imposing.


    “Agatha, here’s your lesson for today: not all men can be wrapped around your little finger. You’re really


    stupid to have gone to him by using the excuse of looking for your baby.”


    His final sentence was filled with anger.


    Violet just stared at him and said nothing. To prove her identity, she had sought out Oliver before going


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    to the Wickham family’s mansion. Oliver was there at that time, so it only made sense that Lucius


    would think that she had only gone to the Wickham family’s mansion to see him. After all, he had sent


    someone to monitor her 24/7.


    “I’m tired,” she said after a long time had passed.


    Lucius acted as if he did not hear her. He dialed a number. “I want to buy all the artwork drawn by an


    artist called Oliver.”


    Violet’s eyes flew wide open. “What are you doing?”


    “Praising him for doing the right thing.” Lucius hung up.


    Was he saying that all those who treated her coldly were doing the right thing?


    Meh.


    Violet hung her head. No emotion could be seen in her lustreless eyes, but they looked incredibly big


    on her face because she was really thin.


    Time passed. Lucius did not spend a lot of time punishing Violet, but he did ask her to weed the garden


    every single day. Even when it rained, he wanted her working in the garden.


    But even if Lucius did not punish her, others did. In Imperial Pce, Agatha was despised like a


    cockroach, and everyone wanted to kill her. Hence, whenever Violet went out to weed the garden, she


    had to face all sorts of schemes and was always inevitably hurt.


    Lucius was reading through the document in his hand when he looked up and did not see Violet.


    He frowned. “Where is she?”


    George scowled and took the document Lucius passed over to him. After some thinking, he said, “Ms.


    Agatha fainted.”


    “Reason?”


    He felt no concem for her. He just did not want her punishment to end so soon.


    “Malnourishment.” George decided to voice the reason.


    Lucius red at him, and there was obvious fury on his face. “Why did you starve her?”


    “We didn’t!” George answered hurriedly. Lucius had said that they could punish her however they


    wanted, but


    she had to be fed well.


    All so that she could suffer longer.


    She had to pay a hundredfold for the humiliation Lucius suffered over the past four years!


    “We gave her food, but she refused to eat.”


    George was worried. He had tried persuading Violet to eat, but she simply refused to, and he could do


    nothing about it. This was his responsibility, though, so he had hidden it from Lucius.


    A crease appeared between Lucius’s eyebrows. “Where is she?”


    “In the guest room.”


    When Lucius arrived at the guest room, Violet had already woken up. There was an IV drip attached to


    the back of her hand, and in front of her was a nourishing bowl of porridge, but she did not even spare


    it a nce.


    Over the past few days, whenever the doctor left, she pulled the needle out.


    Hence, the first thing Lucius saw when he walked in was her pulling out the needle without even


    blinking.


    Pinpricks of blood rushed out of the puncture hole.


    “What are you doing?” he asked. Despite not being angry, he appeared to be awe-inspiring.


    Violet gave him an indifferent look. Her lips were so dry, rough, and ky that they looked like they were


    wrapped up in stic.


    “Speeding up my death.”


    “Do you think you have the right to die?” Lucius ordered the doctor toe back and set up the IV’drip


    for Violet again.