After Divorce, My General Husband Chasing Me Back

Chapter 8 Give Her a Chance

Claire fiddled with her fingers, thinking that asking Frederick would be the same. "Frederick, I..."

But before she could finish, Frederick interrupted her, "Four years in prison, and you're different. Since you can endure. hardship so well, keep it up. Using your own hands is a skill! "Someone, clear everything out of here!"

Frederick ordered, and soon, the narrow little bed and all the other junk in the basement were cleared away.

In no time, the basement was completely empty.

Claire looked at the now bare basement, her face paling as Frederick's words echoed in her ears.

She leaned against the wall, barely able to stand.

The butler's cold and merciless voice continued, "Ms. Prescott, Mr. Hawthorne has ordered that from this moment on, you are not allowed to use anything in the villa.

"Food, water, daily necessities, the bed you sleep in, the shoes you wear, all must be purchased by you outside."

"What?"

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Claire was stunned. She thought, "Not giving me necessities is one thing, but not even allowing me a sip of water?"

She had spent the whole day cleaning the basement without. eating a bite or drinking a drop, and now she was starving and parched, barely able to hold herself up.

The Halfmoon Manor was on a mountain, and everything here was for the wealthy. She didn't have much money left, barely enough to buy anything to eat. She needed to be careful with what she had.

It was the middle of the night, the winter wind was biting cold, and it was far too late to go to the city. She could only buy something nearby.

After much thought, Claire went to the upscale supermarket in the villa district. Everything there was imported, leaving her no choice but to buy a cup of instant noodles.

Luckily, the supermarket had hot water. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to eat even that.

She ate the noodles, drank all the soup, and filled the cup with hot water. Under the strange looks of the staff, she returned to the basement.

Looking at the cup of water, she smiled bitterly. In the past, she wouldn't have touched something like this. But after four years in prison, she had gotten used to it. Back in the basement, Claire curled up by the door to rest,

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thinking that she just needed to get through the night and buy some things tomorrow.

But it was winter, and not even halfway through the night, Claire was shivering from the cold. When she woke from the cold, she touched her forehead. It was burning hot. She knew she had a fever. Glancing at her phone, it was only 4 AM. She thought she could wait until dawn. She realized going out without the sun would only make it colder.

The fever was already making her extremely uncomfortable, and the winter chill was unbearable. As she curled up, she felt like she was falling into an icy abyss, her blood freezing. Claire realized that if she stayed like this, she would die. She couldn't wait any longer.

She struggled to stand but was so dizzy she could barely walk. Leaning against the wall, she slowly made her way out.

The short two-minute walk from the basement to the living room took her half an hour. She finally reached the living room door but collapsed just before stepping out.

In her unconsciousness, she felt someone lift her and place her on something soft and warm. Her forehead felt cool and soothing.

She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but when she opened her eyes, the first person she saw was Frederick. Chapter 8 Give Her a ChanceText content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her first thought was that Frederick had saved her.

Then she noticed the maid kneeling on the floor, and her thoughts changed instantly.

The next moment, Frederick spoke, "Impressive. After just one day, you've managed to get a servant to disobey my orders and save you.

"Claire, tell me, how should she be punished?"

Frederick's voice was not loud, but the coldness in his words was as sharp as a blade, ready to end a life at any moment.

The maid on the floor hurriedly begged. "Sir, I won't dare to do it again. Please forgive me this time. I beg you!"

Claire hurriedly tried to rise from the bed, coughing. "Frederick, it's not her fault..."

"You want to plead for her? Fine."

Frederick gave Claire a cold glance, a chilling smile on his face, and ordered the soldiers to drag Claire and the kneeling maid out to the courtyard.

Five minutes later, all the servants of the Halfmoon Manor, including the butler, were lined up in the courtyard with Claire and the maid who had saved her surrounded by soldiers. Frederick stood towering over them, with instruments of torture used for flaying and dismembering, lifted the woman's soft

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nightdress, and Hovering on her white thighs.

"You want to take this servant's punishment? Fine, let's begin."

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