Chapter 859
Two days had passed since the first bout of drug withdrawal hit Shelia. The room echoed with her heart-wrenching screams, and the chains binding her limbs clanked against the bed. “Please, save me. I was wrong,” she cried.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Eventually, she screamed in despair, “Juan, why are you doing this to me? What did you inject me with?”
Juan stood on the other side of the room, looking down at the timer in his hand. The first bout of pain lasted about three hours. During that time, Shelia went from excitement to madness. It was painful but not fatal.
Shelia collapsed on the bed, her eyes sunken and surrounded by dark circles. After being locked up and tortured for days, she looked like a withered husk.
Confirming the end of the first stage, Juan rose from the sofa. He had already prepared a nutritional supplement, which he blended into a juice and poured down Shelia’s throat. Shelia choked, feeling like her insides were being ripped out.
These days, Juan had been feeding her high-protein nutrients, fearing she might die. But the mixture tasted like slops. She was being treated like an animal and barely surviving.
“What did you inject me with? Let me go, please. I was wrong. I don’t want to be Mrs. Nichols anymore. Just let me go,” she pleaded.
But Juan was untouched, taping her mouth shut once again. Shelia was too weak to resist, lying on the bed like a lamb awaiting slaughter. “Rejoice that you still have some value. Otherwise, you’d be suffering even more,” he said.
His phone flashed with a message. He walked out of the room, sending a detailed report of Shelia’s withdrawal symptoms, duration, and condition to the other party. After handling this, he turned off the screen and lost himself in thought. If Shelia could endure without the latest antagonist and blocker, Debra could too.
In the Potter Mansion, Debra followed the prescribed schedule, monitoring her condition daily. In the bedroom, the doctor completed a full-body checkup and said, “Ms. Frazier’s physical condition has been thoroughly examined. Apart from slightly low blood sugar, everything is normal.”
Andrew nodded. “You may leave now.”
Andrew and Debra were left alone in the room. “Andrew, is there something you want to discuss with me privately?” Debra asked.
“One month,” Andrew replied.
“What?” Debra questioned.
“You will recover in one month,” Andrew paused, then added, “This drug can make people addicted instantly, but the dose Drake injected you with was likely diluted. Otherwise, it would have affected your nervous system, and the fits wouldn’t have come so slowly.”