Chapter 418
Love After Marriage: Mr. Lancaster's Hidden Wife
Chapter 418
He carried Sylvia to the bedside table, where several snacks and a fragrant bowl of
porridge had been laid out.
Sylvia glanced at the food without any expression on her face and said, âI have no
appetite.â
Her throat was hoarse.
Odell grabbed her shoulder and coldly enunciated each word, âEat the porridge
immediately.â
The look in Sylviaâs eyes was bland and spiritless. She did not seem to have any intention
of eating.
Odell cupped her face. âSylvia, Iâm talking to you. Do you hear me?â
Sylvia pursed her lips and ignored him.
In a low voice, Odell growled, âDo you think that by going on a hunger strike, I will divorce
you and send you to be reunited with Edmund in jail? If you donât eat today, you can give
up on walking through this door!â
As the words fell from his mouth, he let go of her.
Like a broken puppet, Sylvia lost her support and she fell to the bed.
She lay on the bed without moving, staring at the ceiling in a trance.
Seeing her act like that, Odell felt an anger that he had never felt before surging to his head.
This woman had harmed his grandmother and played him like a fool. He had only broken one of her
legs, yet she was now refusing to eat and was acting as if she wanted to die!
She was just asking for it!
Odell immediately walked to her, picked her up, and held her head in place. He picked up the bowl of
porridge. Then, he took a sip and kissed her mouth.
He tried to pry her mouth open and force the porridge down her throat, but Sylvia gritted her teeth.
The first mouthful of porridge trickled down the corners of her mouth.
Odell frowned coldly.
Next, he bit her mouth, forcing her to open it. However, the porridge still flowed down the sides of her
mouth.
It was apparent that Sylvia had not swallowed.
The porridge flowed from the corners of her mouth to her chin and even her neck.
However, her eyes were still blank, and she looked as if she had lost her soul.
Odell instantly burned with rage. With a bang, he threw the bowl to the ground. The bowl shattered into
pieces, and the porridge splashed all over the floor.
He cupped her face and fixed her with a sinister glare. âDonât you want to meet Liam and Isabel?â
Sylviaâs emotionless eyes suddenly rolled.
Odell looked at her eyes and continued, âIf you donât, you can die of starvation here. You will never
meet them again in this lifetime!â
After that, he withdrew his hand.
Sylviaâs body shook, but she steadied herself quickly and did not fall back on the bed.
Odell glanced at her, a little disdainful of her current disgraceful appearance, and walked
out of the room.
Sylvia remained in a daze for a few seconds, then she grabbed the snacks that had been
left on the table and devoured them.
Using her hand, she ate them in large mouthfuls. Shortly after, the plates were cleaned.
Her throat felt dry, but the moisture from the porridge that had spilled on the floor had
already been absorbed by the carpet.
She hesitated for a moment and dragged herself to the bathroom with her broken leg. She
turned on the tap, scooped up some water, and drank it.
Just as Sylvia was gulping down the water, Violetâs shriek sounded outside the door. âMrs.
Carter, what are you doing? Please stop! This water is not clean. You canât drink it!â
The only thoughts that occupied Sylviaâs brain now were of Liam and Isabel, so she did not
hear Violet.
When she was done drinking, she stopped and looked at Violet who was standing just
outside.
Violetâs eyes were red as if Sylvia had frightened her. âMrs. Carter, you are still so young!
Please donât torture yourself, okay?â