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Chapter 59
Shawn’s face darkened with fury. “You dare to speak to me like that?”
What he did was for her own good, or at least, that’s what he told himself. He had provided that soup, thinking it would help her. But Gale? She saw his so-called kindness as nothing but trash.
“Have you ever been nice to me?” Gale’s voice cracked with frustration. “All you’ve done is make me suffer humiliation in different forms!”
In one swift motion, Shawn grabbed the thermos flask from her hands and threw it to the ground. The soup splashed everywhere, the sound of the impact echoing through the room.
The loud crash alarmed the butler, who rushed into the kitchen. Seeing the mess, he was at a loss for words. “Mr. Wood…”
“Go away!” Shawn snapped.
The butler hesitated, unsure of what to say. “Should I… tell Paula not to send any more soup?”
Shawn’s expression was cold. “Yes. Tell her not to send any more from tomorrow. No one drinks it!”
The housekeeper nodded quickly. “Okay… okay.” He hesitated again. “But… last time Mr. Wood seemed to want to keep the soup. Why the sudden change?”
Shawn didn’t answer, his gaze fixed firmly on Gale.
Gale bit her lower lip, trying desperately to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. Shawn had abused her, bullied her, made her suffer in so many ways — all while holding up Susan. And now, he was forcing her to draw blood to save Dean. She hated him with every ounce of her being.
“Shawn,” she said quietly, her voice thick with emotion, “if one day, you find out… you should never have treated me like this… How much regret would you have?”
“Regret?” Shawn sneered. “I know no such thing.”
Gale took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She closed her eyes for a moment before speaking again. “How long before you marry Susan? Let’s just get a divorce as soon as possible. I’m willing to go back to the mental hospital and be imprisoned for the rest of my life.”
“You think you can just go back?” Shawn’s eyes narrowed. “Just because you want to? You…”
“I don’t have a choice. Is that what you’re about to say?” Gale’s voice was steady, though her heart ached.
Shawn’s expression hardened, and he reached out, gripping her chin tightly. “Gale, why are you so unwilling? Why are you so unhappy just for donating a little blood?”
“Because I didn’t harm the dean,” Gale said, her voice soft but firm. “I have no obligation to donate my blood to save him.”
“The surveillance footage is clear!” Shawn’s voice was cold and accusing.
Gale raised her eyes, her gaze unyielding. “What you see must be the truth, right? Forget it, Shawn. If you don’t believe me, there’s no point in talking anymore.”
It was clear to her now. Susan was the one he wanted, and that was never going to change.
Shawn snorted, releasing her chin. “Even if it wasn’t for you, you’d still have to give your blood. Your life is worthless.”
With that, he turned on his heel and left the room.
Gale stood in the middle of the room, staring at the debris scattered across the floor. She stepped over it, walking toward the refrigerator in search of food.
After she had eaten, she returned to the master bedroom, feeling empty and exhausted. She lay down on the floor next to the bed, curling into a ball, her hands pressed against her stomach protectively.
She wasn’t sure how long she slept, but when she finally stirred, the sound of footsteps approaching the door caught her attention. They grew louder, closer.
She wanted to open her eyes, but her body felt too heavy, too weak.
“Gale, get up here!” Shawn’s voice cut through the fog of her tired mind.
She murmured something, but her body refused to obey. She couldn’t move.
Shawn entered the room and, seeing her still lying there, grabbed her shoulders, dragging her onto the bed. He tucked her into the blankets, and just as he finished, the door swung open.
Lucas, leaning on a cane, stood in the doorway, a smile on his face. “Oh, she hasn’t gotten up yet.”