Chapter 117: I’ll Give You What You Want

Frederick showed no signs of letting Claire go, as if he wouldn’t rest until she admitted the truth. Just as the nurses were about to enter, Claire realized she was the patient they referred to as Room 35.

“Frederick! No! Let me go!” Claire cried out, nearly in tears. She had never realized just how beastly Frederick could be. Despite her pleas, he only tightened his grip and forced her legs apart, exposing her most private parts to the cool air.

“Frederick, you bastard!” Claire shouted at him. Finally unable to hold back her tears, she was shocked at how far Frederick would go to force her into submission.

“Tell me, can you do it?” Frederick asked again, his tone unyielding. Claire instinctively glanced at the door; the doorknob was turning. The nurses were about to walk in.

Overwhelmed, she finally relented. “I can do it. I can do it.”

“Ha.” Frederick smirked, satisfied with her answer. He released her legs and quickly covered her with a blanket just as the nurse entered the room.

She nervously adjusted the blanket and asked, “Is it time for my medication change?” She had heard them mention it earlier but felt awkward asking anything else, trying to mask the lingering tension in the air.

“Yes,” the nurse nodded, approaching with bandages and medication in hand. Fearing that the nurse might notice something amiss, Claire hurriedly began to unbutton her shirt. In truth, there was no need; Frederick had already ripped it open earlier. She was simply anxious about being discovered.

Seeing Claire’s frantic movements almost made Frederick laugh. For some reason, he found her flustered state amusing and oddly endearing—if only for a moment. But then his thoughts turned dark as he recalled Anna’s death; his fists clenched tightly, veins bulging on his hands.

He stood there watching as the nurse finished changing Claire’s dressings. Once she left, Frederick moved closer again. “How come I never noticed how innocent you are before? Hmm?”

He thought back to four years ago when this woman had hired thugs to brutally assault Anna. Now, here she was, acting so ashamed just because there were nurses around.

Of course, it was all an act. If it weren’t, how could she have treated Anna so cruelly back then? Or perhaps even now, she was trying to use various tricks to seduce him? Wasn’t her earlier display just a blatant attempt to provoke his desire to conquer her? Once a man feels that urge, isn’t it natural for him to want to take things further?

“Frederick, you’re hurting me!” Claire gasped as he pressed down on her freshly bandaged wound, causing her face to pale and her breath to hitch. Seeing her like this only confirmed Frederick’s belief that she was pretending. “Still acting? Claire, don’t you want my attention?”

“You just want me to submit to you! You want me to give in completely! Fine! I’ll give you what you want!”

With that, Frederick ripped open Claire’s shirt with a swift motion. The pain from the sudden movement aggravated her injury, and she could no longer contain herself. “You bastard! Frederick! You beast! Let me go!”

Seeing Claire’s eyes redden with tears streaming silently… “Don’t cry!” he ordered her sternly, as if commanding a subordinate rather than addressing someone he claimed to care for.