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Chapter 991

Sylvia glanced at Sherry’s sewing.

It looked like she was sewing a lily. It resembled a flower but it was not exactly beautiful.

All of a sudden, Sherry asked, “Syl, are you hungry?”

The question caught Sylvia off guard. “I’m okay, but | do feel like nibbling on something.”

Sylvia was rather bored.

Sherry then turned to the maid. “Hey, didn’t you hear her? Syl wants something to eat. Hurry up and bring some snacks over.” The maid frowned, seemingly reluctant to go.

Sherry became agitated. “Are you deaf? That b*stard John told us to take care of Syl. Don’t you know who Syl’s husband is?” The maid glanced at Sylvia before she went off.

Sherry then turned to smile at Sylvia. The change in her expression was faster than turning a page of a book.

“Hold on, Syl. The maid will bring something over.” Sylvia looked at her friend. “Sherry, are you hiding something from me?” Sherry had never been a bully before, so why had she been so angry at the maid?

She was also not someone who would love embroidery.

Sherry’s gaze shifted. She smiled. “It's nothing. What could | possibly keep from you?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Of course.” She continued to sew her lily. “I still have to sew. You go ahead and entertain yourself. Don’t disturb me.” Sylvia frowned.

She wondered if Sherry was completely engrossed in her embroidery or if she was just trying to hide her emotions by lowering her head.

The maid soon brought over some snacks and placed them on the table.

The maid respectfully said, “Mrs. Carter, please help yourself.”

Sylvia smiled at her.

There were some local pastries, a fruit platter and some cakes.

Before Sylvia could reach for the cake, Sherry grabbed a piece and shoved it into her mouth. Surprised, Sylvia looked at Sherry.

Sherry gobbled up the cake in the blink of an eye, ate two more pieces of oranges and continued to sew with her dirty hands. The white cloth that she was sewing on became stained with oil from her hands.

Sylvia frowned.

After a while, Sherry continued to eat. This time, she ate even

more than before. Within a few minutes, half of the fruits and

cakes were gone.

She asked, “Syl, why aren’t you eating? Don’t you like them?”

“| suddenly don’t feel like eating any more.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Sherry grinned widely, showing her teeth stuffed with food. “ Then can | have all the cakes?” Sylvia fought hard to suppress her unusual feeling . “Yeah, go ahead.”

Sherry gobbled all the food in minutes. After she had licked her fingers clean, she asked, “Syl, is there anything else you want to eat?”

“Why don’t you just say what you want to eat?” Sherry looked surprised . “Uhm... I’m done eating but | feel like having a glass of wine.”

Before Sylvia said anything, the maid intervened . “No. Master Stockton clearly stated that you are not allowed to have any alcohol. If he finds out that | served you any alcoholic beverages, he will fire me!”

Sherry turned to her. “Did | give you permission to speak?!”

The maid was not afraid of her at all. She grunted and continued, “I am doing this for your own good. If you don’t want to

“Shut up! I'll slap you to death if you don’t!” Sherry bolted up all of a sudden.

The maid begrudgingly stepped back.

Sherry sat back down and smiled at Sylvia. “Sylvia, don’t listen to her. I’m an alcoholic, John is not allowing me to drink out of concern for me.”

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Sylvia stared at the empty plates in silence.

“Syl? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Sherry looked at her cautiously.

“Sherry, is it tue that John doesn’t feed you? Did he also force you to do all this embroidery work?” Sylvia asked coldly. Sherry’s expression froze. “No, no. | would have starved to death if he didn’t feed me. I'm doing embroidery to pass the time.” “What about your phone? Did he confiscate it?” Sylvia asked.

Sherry pursed her lips and she started to get teary.

Sylvia’s brows furrowed. She got up and sat beside her friend.” Sherry, please tell me the truth or I'll be angry.”

Sherry hugged her friend around the waist and wept. “That b* stard is inhuman! He eats like a king every day but feeds me leftovers! | haven’t even eaten any meat in such a long time!

“He even forced me to sew all this nonsense. | have to sew ten of these each week. He also forced me to do gardening! Look at the flowers there, | planted all of them with my own hands!”

Sylvia looked at the garden next to them.

The grass and flowers were a mess. Some of the grass had grown even taller than the flowers.

When she first came here, she had wondered why the garden was in a mess. Now, she learned that it had all been done by Chapter 992

Sherry.

Sylvia choked on her emotions. She patted her friend on the back to console her.

Sherry cried, “If | can’t finish the tasks that he has assigned, my meals will get worse the following week. | might only get two meals per day!”

Sylvia was rather speechless. She had thought of the many ways that John could torture Sherry but this unusual way had never crossed her mind.

She waited for Sherry to calm down before asking in a small voice, “He doesn’t give you any meat?”

In grievance, Sherry cried out, “Yeah. Not even one bite.” She was reduced to being like a beggar on the street who was asking for mercy. Sylvia’s brows furrowed, but before she could say anything else, the maid quickly interjected in displeasure.

“You're the one who goes against Master Stockton’s orders. Master Stockton made it clear that if you behaved, you would get to eat. You even ate a whole pork knuckle the other day!”

Sherry’s weeping paused, and she glared at the maid. “Are you asking for a beating?”

The maid immediately stepped back, but she refused to stay quiet. She said, “Mrs. Carter, please talk some sense into her. I’ve tried everything. Master Stockton wouldn't do this if she could follow orders or be less rebellious . She brought this all upon herself.”

“You little piece of shit! | must be treating you a little too well.”

Sherry instantly bolted up and rushed over. She was looking particularly energetic now that she had just eaten well. The maid immediately ran away.

Sherry chased the maid to the entrance before the bodyguards stopped her. She put her hands on her hips and yelled at the fleeing maid, “You better not come back or I’ll slap you to death!”

Sylvia watched in silence.

Sherry returned after a while and sat beside her friend with her head down.

“Sigh. | have only sewn three this week. | have seven more to go.”

She continued embroidering the ugly lily on the white cloth.

Sylvia went back to her seat and asked, “Do you need any help?”

“No. That b*stard doesn’t allow me to get any help. If he finds out, I'll have to sew another ten.”

Sylvia tightened her lips.

Time went by.

The sun had set over the horizon by the time they returned to the living hall.

Sylvia continued to watch Sherry sew.

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The maid soon brought dinner over.

Fearing that Sherry might scold or beat her, she quickly made her exit after serving dinner.

Sherry tossed the needle and cloth aside before grabbing Sylvia and pulling her over to the dining table.

Footsteps came from the door as soon as they sat down.

The maid respectfully greeted the person. “Good evening, Master Stockton.”

Sherry’s face suddenly turned pale and she put down her cutlery.

Sylvia turned to look at the entrance.

John, who was wearing a white shirt, walked over.

He smiled at Sylvia. “Please, Mrs. Carter, make yourself at home.”

He then sat down beside Sherry.

Sylvia’s lips tightened as she sat down.

The maid brought a new set of cutlery over.

John picked his spoon up and smiled. “Mrs. Carter, please help yourself.”

He smiled gently and talked politely.

If Sherry had not already told her what happened, Sylvia would

never have believed that the man was such a hypocrite.

Out of respect for the host, she thanked John and started to eat. From time to time, she would sneak peeks at Sherry. Only after John began to eat did Sherry begin to eat a small piece of vegetable.

She did not dare reach for the meat that was served on the table.

Sylvia frowned and put some pieces of meat onto Sherry’s plate, pretending that she did not know about what John had done. She smiled. “Sherry, have some meat. You look a lot thinner than the last time | saw you. Don’t just chew on the broccoli.” Sherry’s eyes lit up. “It’s not that | don’t want to eat meat, but I’ve just started to enjoy being a vegetarian.”

Despite saying so, she gobbled a piece of steak.

John smiled. “Mrs. Carter is right. Don’t just eat the vegetables. She might think I’m torturing you.”

After saying that, he put several pieces of meat onto her plate as well and looked at her gently. Sherry choked. It was either due to a sudden happiness or the disgusting hypocrisy that the man was showing.

She turned away just in time to avoid spitting out the chewed meat that was covered in her saliva onto the table but it landed

on John’s face instead.

The saliva covered bits of chewed meat slid off John’s face onto his white shirt and dropped to the floor. Sylvia and the maid at the entrance were left speechless.

Sherry’s eyes widened in shock. John was stunned.

The atmosphere went silent for several seconds, but it felt like ages.

Just as Sylvia was trying to think of a way to escape the awkward situation, Sherry’s mouth widened into a grin before she burst into laughter.

The more she laughed, the more hysterical she became until her stomach started to hurt. All at once, the whole house was filled with her laughter. Unsurprisingly, John’s expression darkened, but he maintained the courtesy and politeness of a host.

Forcing a smile on his face as he looked at Sylvia, he said, “Mrs. Carter, | don’t think | can continue to have dinner with you as | have to get myself cleaned up. Please go back to your room and | will tell the maid to send you a new serving of dinner later.”

Even a blind man could tell that he wanted to punish Sherry.

Sylvia feigned ignorance and smiled. “It’s okay. You go ahead. Sherry and | can continue on our own. You don’t need to prepare another serving for me.”

John maintained his smile. “Sherry’s face is also dirty and she has to get herself cleaned up as well.”

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Sylvia glanced at Sherry’s clean face. “You guys go ahead then. There’s no need to worry about me. There’s another guest room over there. | can spend the night there so | won't have to go back to the previous room. | won’t be a nuisance to either of you.”

She refused to leave. She had a feeling John was angry enough to kill Sherry at this moment. She had to stay on to keep her friend safe.

John’s smile disappeared. “Mrs. Carter, are you insisting on staying?”

Sylvia’s gaze shifted.

Sherry slammed the table and yelled, “You b*stard! Your anger is aimed at me, so don’t talk to my friend like that!” John took his glasses off and rubbed the lens with his fingers.

All at once, the atmosphere became gloomy.

Sylvia felt the chills running down her back. She said, “Sherry, I’m fine. Please calm down.”

“Mrs. Carter, | think it's better if you leave the room first.”.

Now that John was looking at her without his glasses, the grim and viciousness of a mature man could clearly be seen. As though he had seen through Sylvia’s thoughts, he said, “Don’t worry. I’m a gentleman, | won’t hit a woman.” 2/4

Since John had already given his assurance, it would only make things worse between the two of them if Sylvia insisted on staying

Sylvia got up and looked at Sherry.

Sherry remained seated with her arms crossed and acted as if she was not afraid of the man. “Syl, just go. He won’t do anything tome.”

Sylvia tightened her lips and left.

As soon as she stepped out of the living hall, she heard a loud crash, as if the whole dining table had been overturned. She turned around but the maid blocked her way.

The maid said, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Carter. It’s a common occurrence around here. Nothing bad will happen.”

“Are they always like that?” she asked.

The maid sighed. “Yeah. | really don’t understand Ms. Fowler. Countless women wish to win Master Stockton’s heart, yet she does the exact opposite. She even tries to provoke him and make him mad. | believe that she spat on Master Stockton’s face on purpose.”

Sylvia remained quiet. With her understanding of her friend, she, too, believed Sherry had done it on purpose. The loud sounds quieted down after a while.

Sylvia sighed and left.

The maid followed her out and continued, “Mrs. Carter. Please

try to advise Ms. Fowler when you come over tomorrow. | am really worried that she might get herself killed when Master Stockton’s patience runs out. | knew she’s a good person deep down inside but she’s behaving stupidly in front of the man.”

Sylvia chuckled helplessly.

Earlier that day, she had thought that Sherry and the maid were enemies but now, it seemed more like a love-hate relationship. “You don’t know Sherry. She’s not stupid.”.

“Then why does she insist on continually making Master Stockton mad?”

Sylvia remained silent.

If she was correct, Sherry was probably doing everything on purpose just to exhaust his patience, in the hopes that he might throw her out of the house.

Back in the living hall, all the plates and cutlery had been scattered all over the floor.

John lifted Sherry up from her seat as soon as Sylvia left. The dining table had been knocked over as she struggled to free herself from being restrained by him.

The man carried her to the bathroom and pinned her down in the shower.

The warm shower washed over their bodies like the pouring rain.

He cupped her chin and kissed her, as his arms tightened

around her waist and he bent her backwards. He paused and chuckled. “It seems like you enjoy taking a shower with me.” “F*ck-Ugh!”

He silenced her with another kiss,

The kiss lasted for some time before he finally released her lips.

Sherry slipped out of his arms like a slippery fish and tried to run outside.

John sneered. He quickly strode towards her and grabbed her by the waist.

Splash!

Before she knew it, she was tossed into the water-filled tub.

The maid brought Sylvia a new serving of dinner after returning to her room.

She only had a few bites as she had lost her appetite after what had happened.

A bodyguard had been stationed outside her door.

Chapter 995 Sylvia wanted to go out, so she told him. “I’m not going to see Sherry. Can | go out for a walk?”

The bodyguard said, “Mrs. Carter, Master Stockton stated that you are not allowed to leave the premises tonight. Please forgive

me. Sylvia had no choice but to turn around and go back into the room.

She returned to the bed and video-called her kids.

They seemed to be waiting for her call as they immediately answered within seconds. Three adorable faces appeared on her phone screen.

“Mommy, have you eaten?” Isabel asked.

“Mommy, Mommy...” Flint murmured.

Liam watched in silence.

Sylvia smiled. “I just ate dinner.”

Isabel pouted. “Are you living well over there?”

“It's pretty good. Here, I'll give you a tour of my room,” said Sylvia as she turned the phone camera around to show them the room.

“Mhmm. It’s okay, it’s a little plain though,” said Isabel.

Flint, “Mommy, Mommy...”

Sylvia smiled. “Isabel, did you and Liam behave well at school today?”

Isabel instantly lifted her chubby little face to say, “Of course!”

Sylvia chatted with them until it was time for them to go to bed.

Back at the Carter residence, the three little rascals were disheartened when the call ended.

Isabel turned to the man who had been sitting beside them but had refused to show himself during the call. “Silly Daddy, when are you going to bring Mommy back?”

Odell got up and took Flint from Liam’s arms. “Go to bed. I'll check up on you two later.” “Hmph!” Isabel pouted.

Liam sullenly pouted as well.

Odell carried Flint out of the room.

Ding!

Sylvia received a text shortly after she had put her phone down.

It was from Odell.

He had sent her a picture of Flint drinking milk from his bottle, followed by a text message. “Isabel and Liam are asleep. Flint is a good boy as well. I'll put him to bed after this bottle. Everything is fine here. Don’t worry.”

Sylvia heaved a sigh of relief but soon grunted out of annoyance.

The man was trying to coax her by using the kids again but had underestimated her resolution.

She refused to soften up this time.

She tossed the phone away and went to the bathroom.

The next morning, Sylvia hid two buns from her breakfast and brought them to Sherry’s place.

John should have gone to work, leaving only one maid to clean the table.

Sherry seemed to have eaten but for some reason, she was lying on the couch listlessly.

Sylvia went over and put her hand on the forehead.

Her temperature was fine and she was not having a fever but it did not explain why she looked so listless. “What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Sherry put her hands on her stomach and groaned. “That b* stard only gave me a piece of bread.”

After the vigorous and exhausting sex the night before, she had only been given a piece of bread with no butter as breakfast!

Even a dog had a better breakfast than her!