My Fiancee Regrets Sleeping With Her Junior In Public

I had just returned home from the hospital when a message popped up on my phone.

Valerie had sent me a video.

I frowned and opened it.

What I saw was chaotic and vile.

I could recognize the person lying in the filth with just one glance.

It was my mother, who was in a persistent vegetative state after a car accident.

My mother had always been meticulous about cleanliness. Yet in the video, she was covered in feces.

Her jaw had been dislocated, and someone was forcibly pouring urine into her mouth.

I blacked out for a second. Rage hit me like a freight train, and my blood ran boiling hot.

My hands trembled uncontrollably as I dialed Valerie’s number.

“Valerie, where’s my mother?! What did you do with her?”

When she picked up, she responded in a contemptuous tone, saying, “What? You’re unhappy that I’m taking good care of your mother?”

I nearly crushed my phone as I roared, “Where’s my mother?”

Valerie sneered and said, “It’s such a shame that I didn’t get to see that terrified look on your face in person. It must’ve been quite a sight.”

“Valerie, if you dare touch my mother again, I swear I will ruin your life!”

She started laughing maniacally as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

“Get off your high horse. Do you think I’m scared of you?

“Let me tell you something, Claude. This is what happens when you use Cy to humiliate me.”

I ended the call and sent people to discern my mother’s whereabouts.

I was about to rush out the door when something slammed into the back of my head.

I heard the iron rod fall and felt blood begin to pour down my face.

My vision blurred. Just as I was about to pass out, I saw Cyrus slowly approaching, pushing a wheelchair.

I instantly recognized the sobbing figure. It was my mother.

“This old hag can really take a beating. After all that torment, she’s still breathing.”

“Mom!”

I struggled to get up, but the dizziness in my head grew more intense. My limbs became extremely weak.

“Let her go...”

“Let her go?”

He took out a hammer and struck it fiercely against my shin.

“You had Val for six years. Why didn’t you let us go?”

He shoved my mother to the floor.

Tears welled up in my mother’s eyes, but she could not move at all.

“Cyrus!” My gaze filled with rage. “That’s my mother!”

“If she weren’t your mother, I wouldn’t even bother.”

He ground his heel into the wound on my leg.

“You think Val loves you? You’re just a stepping stone for her to climb. The one she’s always loved is me.”

The more he spoke, the more unhinged he became. “You’re nothing but a tool. You’re a tool that will get thrown away once it’s served its purpose.”

With that, he excitedly pulled out a syringe and plunged it into the side of my neck.

When I opened my eyes again, the only thing I felt was bone-chilling cold. The pungent, sharp smell of formalin filled my nose.

Cyrus looked down at me and gave me a mocking smile.

“Claude, what good is your money and power now? Look at you, right here beneath me. You’re like a dog waiting to be put down.”

I gritted my teeth and warned him, “If you lay a hand on me, my family will make sure you die a miserable death. You won’t even be left with a grave.”

He took out a steel nail and lightly patted my face with it.

“You’re still so arrogant, even at a time like this.”

He aimed the steel nail at my knee and hammered it in with one strike.

The excruciating pain surged through my body in an instant. I was drenched in cold sweat. The pain was so intense that I could barely breathe.

He picked up another nail and aimed it at my other knee.

He hammered it into my knee.

My face twisted in pain. I curled up and trembled.

Cyrus looked at me like a madman. “What a perfect body. I can’t wait to soak you in formaldehyde. It’s going to be magnificent.”

With that, he continued to grab more steel nails and hammer them into my fingers.

The pain shot straight from my fingertips to my core. Waves of pain consumed my consciousness bit by bit.

The world gradually dimmed before my eyes.