After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

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." This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

"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.