Chapter 174

Dizzily, Winter looked up at him. A crystal-clear tear dropped from her

eyes.

“The old Mr. Wilson bought me to save your uncle's life," she answered

with a smile in self-mockery.

For only 500 thousand dollars, her birth parents had sold her to the

Wilson family for a warding-off wedding. Her parents worked as

gardeners in the Wilson family's Villa.

A fortune-teller told the Wilson family that Winter could bring fortune to

Clark's uncle and their wedding could help him recover. Mylo Wilson

gave her parents the money and let her marry his son.

Winter disagreed, but her parents were obsessed with money. They

accepted the offer, personally tied her up, and sent her to the bed of

Mylo's son.

Others envied her for marrying into the Wilson family, but there was no

wedding for her. She just simply became a missus.

However, after so many years, her husband was still paralyzed. Instead

of recovering, his situation worsened.

"Mylo Wilson could do anything he wanted.” Clark held her tightly,

looking steely.

Lowering his head, he stared at the woman in his arms. His slender

fingers wandered on her skin. He muttered, "Don't worry. I'll treat you

well from now on."

His obsessed and maniac look stiffened Winter's body. She dared not

to move at all.

She knew she would never escape once the demon tangled with her.

However, as soon as she married into the Wilson family, she had been

haunted by the demon and could never escape from it.

In Mylo's room in Wilson family's Villa, a tall, slender figure pushed the

door open and entered.

The old man on the bed slightly opened his eyes, staring at his visitor.

His eyes were spiritless.

"Grandpa, how are you doing today?" Clark stood in front of Mylo's

bed, looking down at him. His voice was cold and indifferent.

“I'm very well," Mylo answered hoarsely.

Clark approached him and whispered, each word a staccato, “I'll find a

top doctor to cure you, Grandpa. Then I'll watch you be tortured every

day and die while struggling in pain."

"Whatever." Mylo closed his eyes again indifferently.

Clark burst into laughter, his crazy gaze sending a chill down Mylo's

spine. "Grandpa, you are indeed optimistic. However, I won't let you die

so easily."

Mylo heaved a sigh, trying to explain to him again. "Clark, I had to

make that decision back then. For the prosperity of our family, I had to

do it."

"Mr. Wilson, Mylo Wilson, think I'm a fool?" Clark glared at him fiercely.

Suddenly, he pinched his neck. "You sent your daughter-in-law to

please those freaks. How dare you whitewash yourself? You made my

mother a laughingstock of the upper class. You made my father a

cuckold. All for your money. You are their father and father-in-law. You

are my grandfather. I do appreciate your deep love for our family."

"Clark, I had difficulties back then. At that time, our capital chain was

broken. Your mother... She took the initiative to please those people to

save our family," Mylo replied, his voice tinged with sorrow.

"How dare you be so shameless even until now!" Clark sneered.

"Grandpa, it seems your knees have recovered.”

He held a small hammer, which sparkled icily under the light, looking

life-threatening.

His eyes were full of violence. Clark slowly pressed Mylo's legs with a

ferocious smile. "Grandpa, let me crack your knees into smaller pieces

then."

"No! Stop it! You demon! How can I have a grandson like you? Fuck off!

Ah!" Mylo cried in pain, gaping at him in horror.

He struggled, wishing to escape. He kept flinching.

However, Clark was too strong for him to break free. The young man

raised the hammer and smashed it onto Mylo's left knee.

Loud bangs were heard in the room.

"Ah!"

It hurt so much that cold sweat oozed on Mylo's forehead. The pain

made his eyes bloodshot and almost pop out.

The fear and pain made his face twist horribly.

"Grandpa, that's just one knee. You have two." Clark curled his lips into

an evil smile, making Mylo's hair stand on end.

He raised the hammer again. With other loud bangs, Mylo exclaimed

miserably, hearing the cracking sound of his bone.

"Clark Wilson, you'll die in your boots! I'm your grandfather. How dare

you abuse me!"

“You unfilial grandson!"

"How can I have a grandson like you?"

“Your mother is a whore. She's the Wilson family's tool. How could she

have led such a wealthy life without our family?" Mylo shouted abuse at

him.

Pinching his chin hard, Clark snapped, “I dare you to curse her again.

Try me! If it weren't for you and the Wilson family, would she..."

He broke off, gazing at Mylo in hatred. "I'll let you watch how Wilson

Group goes to the dogs. I'll let you see how your grandchildren end.

Everyone in the Wilson family deserves to go to Hell.”

"You! You!"

Mylo was too furious to utter a word. "You son of bitch! You..."

"So what? I'm in charge of Wilson Group now. Haha... Your favorite son

has become paralyzed. He's good for nothing. Your other sons and

grandchildren cannot win against me. Just watch, Mylo Wilson. You

owe me. You owe my parents."

Clark shook his chin off. Then he crazily smashed Mylo's legs with the

hammer.

Mylo screamed in pain hoarsely, soaking in a cold sweat. His face was

twisted, and he almost fainted.

He trembled all over. His legs hurt too much that he couldn't feel them

gradually.

The sweat made his hair cling to his clap. Blood drained from his face.

Lying on the bed, he was almost dying. He could only look at Clark

without being able to do anything.

The proud president of the Wilson family could only pant in pain like a

dying dog.

"Kill me! You should kill me!" he prompted hoarsely and weakly. Every

single word had used up his strength.

"No. I'll find you excellent doctors to cure you. Then I'll smash your legs

again and find a second doctor. Grandpa, isn't the game fun?"

Clark played with the hammer, looking leisurely.

Although his words were cruel, he looked indifferent, as if he were

discussing the weather.

“You devil! Kill me!" Mylo exclaimed. He couldn't bear the pain.

The torture made him live in Hell.

"When my mother was sent to those bastards by you, she must have

felt so horrified. She was so weak. I'm sure she was more frightened

than you. My father couldn't rescue her. How desperate he was!

Grandpa, those were all because of you. I've only returned less than

1% to you."

With those words, he turned away without sparing a glance at the old

man on the bed.

The door was slammed shut.

Mylo lay on the bed weakly, old and ailing.

Every cell in his body hurt.

The pain made him unable to sleep or sober. In a daze, he recalled

things that happened more than a dozen years ago.

After Clark left the room, he bumped into Winter.

She wore a crimson dress, fully showing her body curve.

She also held a handbag. Seemingly she had just returned from a

banquet.

Her fragrance spread in the air.

"Aunt Winter," Clark greeted her.

His voice paled her face. She stopped mid-step, looking over at him.

"Hi, Clark."

She recalled the scene in his office earlier that day.

Her face paled and reddened in turn as she panicked.

She dared not look at him, afraid the lunatic would do something

horrible again.

"Follow me to the study. I want to talk to you." After finishing his words,

Clark walked toward the study.

Biting her lip, Winter couldn't do anything but follow him.

Clark was strongly self-restrained. In the daytime, he lost control and

had sex with Winter, but he didn't regret it. Over the years, Clark had

never been like this before, especially treating a woman. He restrained

his desire horribly.

However, he had taken Winter, so he decided to restrain himself more.

After entering the study, he passed several letters to Winter. "Aunt

Winter, here are some letters. Please help me deal with them. Leave no

trace.”

"What are they..." Winter glanced at the envelopes, only to find they

were all from Evergreen Welfare House.

Evergreen Welfare House was a welfare institution sponsored by the

Wilson Group over decades, famous in the industry.

Winter was surprised to see letters from it in such a high-tech era.

"Deal with them." Clark bowed his head, starting to work.

Winter dared not to speak, and she turned away.

After leaving the study, she breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lucky that

Clark didn't do anything to her.

She had thought he would do something cruel to her again.

Winter returned to her bedroom. After putting the letters on her desk

leisurely, she went to take a bath.

She had experienced such a horrible thing in the daytime. Right after

taking a bath, she lay down and fell asleep immediately.