Chapter 992
Sylvia stared at the empty plates in silence.
“Syl? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Sherry looked at her cautiously.
“Sherry, is it true that John doesn’t feed you? Did he also force you to do all this embroidery work?”
Sylvia asked coldly.
Sherry’s expression froze. “No, no. I would have starved to death if he didn’t feed me. I’m doing
embroidery to pass the time.”
“What about your phone? Did he confiscate it?” Sylvia asked.
Sherry pursed her lips and she started to get teary.
Sylvia’s brows furrowed. She got up and sat beside her friend.” Sherry, please tell me the truth or I’ll be
angry.”
Sherry hugged her friend around the waist and wept. “That b* stard is inhuman! He eats like a king
every day but feeds me leftovers! I haven’t even eaten any meat in such a long time!
“He even forced me to sew all this nonsense. I have to sew ten of these each week. He also forced me
to do gardening! Look at the flowers there, I planted all of them with my own hands!”
Sylvia looked at the garden next to them.
The grass and flowers were a mess. Some of the grass had grown even taller than the flowers.
When she first came here, she had wondered why the garden was in a mess. Now, she learned that it
had all been done by
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Sherry.
Sylvia choked on her emotions. She patted her friend on the back to console her.
Sherry cried, “If I can’t finish the tasks that he has assigned, my meals will get worse the following
week. I might only get two meals per day!”
Sylvia was rather speechless. She had thought of the many ways that John could torture Sherry but
this unusual way had never crossed her mind.
She waited for Sherry to calm down before asking in a small voice, “He doesn’t give you any meat?”
In grievance, Sherry cried out, “Yeah. Not even one bite.”
She was reduced to being like a beggar on the street who was asking for mercy.
Sylvia’s brows furrowed, but before she could say anything else, the maid quickly interjected in
displeasure.
“You’re the one who goes against Master Stockton’s orders. Master Stockton made it clear that if you
behaved, you would get to eat. You even ate a whole pork knuckle the other day!”
Sherry’s weeping paused, and she glared at the maid. “Are you asking for a beating?”
The maid immediately stepped back, but she refused to stay quiet. She said, “Mrs. Carter, please talk
some sense into her. I’ve tried everything. Master Stockton wouldn’t do this if she could follow orders or
be less rebellious . She brought this all upon herself.”
“You little piece of shit! I must be treating you a little too well.”
Sherry instantly bolted up and rushed over. She was looking particularly energetic now that she had
just eaten well.
The maid immediately ran away.
Sherry chased the maid to the entrance before the bodyguards stopped her. She put her hands on her
hips and yelled at the fleeing maid, “You better not come back or I’ll slap you to death!”
Sylvia watched in silence.
Sherry returned after a while and sat beside her friend with her head down.
“Sigh. I have only sewn three this week. I have seven more to go.”
She continued embroidering the ugly lily on the white cloth.
Sylvia went back to her seat and asked, “Do you need any help?”
“No. That b*stard doesn’t allow me to get any help. If he finds out, I’ll have to sew another ten.”
Sylvia tightened her lips.
Time went by.
The sun had set over the horizon by the time they returned to the living hall.
Sylvia continued to watch Sherry sew.
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