Chapter 4The Final Judgment

Late at night, the basement door suddenly opened.

I frowned and looked up to see Ryan walk in.

Ryan entered the basement, looking down at me with a triumphant smirk.

"Tsk tsk, I really envy infertile men like you. You can live anywhere."

"Unlike me, I can only sleep on high-end velvet."

I looked at him coldly. "Get out."

But he smiled even more brightly, his eyes holding a hint of sinister cruelty.

"Did you know? The reason you could never get Jessica pregnant wasn't because of your body."

My heart sank. "What do you mean?"

"Jessica has been adding birth control pills to your food. The dosage was enough to make you permanently infertile."

He leaned closer to my ear, whispering, "She planned it all along. Once you lost your fertility, she could justifiably ditch you, take your money, and marry me."

So that was it. No wonder we never had children!

Anger erupted like a volcano. I shot up and slapped him hard across the face.

"You despicable pair!"

Ryan staggered a few steps from my blow but then suddenly laughed strangely.

He backed up a few steps, then threw himself heavily to the ground, letting out a piercing scream.

"Ah—! What are you doing?!"

The basement door was violently kicked open, and Jessica rushed in with several men in black.

"Ryan!"

She hurriedly helped Ryan up, and her face contorted in fury when she saw his swollen cheek.

"Liam Foster! What did you do to him?!"

Ryan threw himself into Jessica's arms, crying pitifully.

"Jessica, he... he tried to kill me!"

I retorted sharply, "You're lying! You fell on your own!"

Jessica didn't listen to my explanation at all, her eyes fixed on me with a sinister glare.

"Men, tie him up!"

The men in black immediately advanced, roughly pressing me against the wall and binding my hands with ropes.

"Jessica Thorne! You monster!"

I struggled desperately. "You've been drugging me all along, making me infertile, haven't you?!"

Her face changed slightly, but she quickly regained her cold composure. "So what if I did? A man like you doesn't deserve to get me pregnant!"

She turned and took a leather whip from the wall.

"Since you dared to hurt Ryan, you'll pay the price."

She sneered, raising the whip and bringing it down hard.

"Ah—!"

The excruciating pain made me scream. The first lash left a bloody welt on my back.

"This one is for Ryan!"

"Crack!" The second lash followed immediately.

The whip fell like rain. I soon lost consciousness from the pain, only to be jolted awake with cold water and tortured further.

After a full ninety-nine lashes, I was covered in blood,on the floor, barely breathing.

Jessica threw down the blood-stained whip. "Drag him to the courthouse. He must confess today!"

I was roughly dragged out of the basement and shoved into a car.

My wounds grated against the rough seats, the pain nearly making me pass out.

By the time we reached the courthouse, it was already light out.

Thanks to Jessica's "financial clout," the case was being heard ahead of schedule.

The moment I was dragged into the courtroom, Jessica's lawyer eagerly stood up.

"Your Honor, my client voluntarily pleads guilty. Please proceed with sentencing."

Just as the judge was about to announce the verdict, the courtroom doors suddenly burst open.

Everyone turned to see Vivian Sterling walking in with her lawyer and a medical team.

She wore a designer suit, every movement exuding the authority of a leader, yet her eyes, when they met mine, were filled with unbearable pain.

"As the plaintiff in this case, I request to withdraw the lawsuit."

"At the same time, I request immediate medical attention for my fiancé, Mr. Foster!"