Chapter 608 You Think This Is a Blessing?

"I don't believe you! You want to kill my baby…" Chloe sobbed, tears streaming down her face. Her

eyes were red and filled with helplessness as she continued to struggle.

Joseph had no other choice but to get the house helper to use some rope to restrain her to the bed.

"Release her after three hours," Joseph instructed the helper before he left. Three hours should be

enough time for the medicine to be absorbed.

"Yes, sir," the helper replied obediently.

Chloe lost track of how long she had been crying. Her disheveled hair clung to her damp cheeks as

she remained bound to the bed, the coarse ropes leaving red marks on her delicate skin. She

stared blankly at the ceiling as her heart filled with despair. As time ticked by, the pain she expected

did not come.

After three hours, the helper finally came to untie her. “Why do you have to make such trouble? Mr.

Joseph is doing this for your own good. Every day, he asks if you have been eating properly. He

cares about you. It's a blessing," she said earnestly.

Staring at the helper with her bloodshot eyes, Chloe replied, "He doesn't trust me. He keeps me

locked up, hurts me, bullies my friends, and ties me to the bed like I’m an animal. He has taken

away all my rights as a human being, and you think this is a blessing?"

"Ahaha… Y-You’re really funny, Ms, Chloe," the housekeeper stammered in response. She was a

little afraid of Chloe, so she quickly untied the ropes and left.

Rubbing her wrists, Chloe descended the stairs, making her way to the landline phone on the first

floor. The helper immediately tried to stop her. "Ms. Chloe, you aren’t allowed to use that."

"And what if I insist?" Chloe tilted her head, her gaze icy cold.

"Mr. Joseph will surely scold me."

"Then I guess you’re going to get a scolding."

The helper noticed Chloe reaching for the telephone and instinctively moved forward to snatch it

away. However, Chloe summoned a sudden burst of strength and forcefully shoved the helper

away. "Get out!" she screamed.

The helper was startled by Chloe's sudden outburst. But upon seeing the bodyguards standing

outside, she thought that even if Chloe called for help, it would not make a difference since no one

could enter. Reluctantly, she left and reported the situation to Joseph.

After being confined the first time following her attempt to break up with Joseph, Chloe became

cautious and memorized Emily and Harold’s numbers. She decided to call Emily first.

"Coco?! Are you okay?" Emily sounded relieved upon receiving her call, thinking she had regained

her freedom.

Chloe replied bitterly, "No, he brought me back to the house.”

"What? How? I spoke to Noah, and he said he’d help you."

Chloe’s heart trembled, and Noah’s handsome face appeared in her mind. "Noah agreed?"

"Yes, he did. Didn't he show up yesterday?"

"No... But the operation didn’t happen yesterday..."

"That must be because of Noah's help. You were kept in the ward, so you didn't see what was

happening," Emily said.

Chloe contemplated the possibility. Joseph's sudden change of heart must have been triggered by

some external factor. However, escaping one danger only to encounter another was not a relief at

all. She could not continue taking that mysterious concoction. Just because nothing happened

today did not mean there would not be any issues in the future. It could be a long-term medication

with slow-acting effects.

After ending the call with Emily, Chloe dialed Harold's number. Although Harold was no longer alive,

Patrick was still around. He held a certain influence within the Whitmans, and she had no choice but

to seek his help.

"Ms. Chloe? Why are you calling Mr. Harold’s number?" Patrick answered, suspecting that Chloe

might have learned something.