Chapter 225 The Despicable Isaac
Mary was slightly taken aback. "Without William? Why?" she asked.
But she didn't want to argue with Margaret, so she agreed and hurriedly drove the BMW that William had bought, heading towards the villa.
Meanwhile, Margaret hung up the phone and curled up in the corner, trembling with fear and anxiety. She stammered, "Isaac, you won't do anything to Mary, will you?"
Margaret was very worried, especially seeing Isaac looking so terrifying. If he did something to Mary, she would be ridden with guilt and shame. How could she face Mary?
Isaac sneered coldly and stood up, and as he was about to walk over, Margaret was so scared that she fell to the ground, screaming in panic.
Isaac said with a hint of malice, "Don't worry. I love Mary so much. I won't do anything to her. I just have some things I want to say to her."
Isaac sneered coldly, then took out a small blue pill and threw it to Margaret. He instructed, "Make Mary a cup of coffee and let her drink it, then you can leave."
This was a special drug, very potent one.
No matter how chaste and virtuous a woman was, once taken, she would lose all inhibitions and throw herself at a man.
Thinking about how he hadn't gotten Mary all these years, and she had married William instead, Isaac felt extremely jealous.
Why?
A loser like him could turn his life around!
'William, aren't you so arrogant? Today, I'm going to torment Mary to death and let you see it!' Isaac thought as he gritted his teeth, planning to have sex with Mary in the villa first, and then call William to let him see it with his own eyes!
Margaret looked at the blue pill, trembling all over, and cautiously asked, "Isaac, what drug is this?"
Isaac slapped her hard and said, "Who are you to ask so many questions? Just do what I tell you to, or do you want another beating?"
The slap made Margaret comply. She turned around to get a cup of water and then dissolved the pill in it in front of Isaac; it quickly became colorless and tasteless.
Margaret was also panicking and scared, praying silently, 'Mary, don't blame me. I have no choice. Please, don't drink it.'
At that moment, a pair of long, fair legs stepped in through the door. Mary was back.
Because Margaret had called in a hurry and sounded very weak, Mary really thought something serious had happened to Margaret and rushed back.
But she never expected that besides Margaret, there was another man in the house!
And that man was none other than Isaac!
"Isaac? What are you doing here?" Mary was full of questions, looking at Isaac sitting on the sofa with a cold, lecherous smile.
"Oh, Mary, Aunt Margaret invited me over, saying you moved into a new house," Isaac explained with a smile, looking harmless, but a cold, sinister smile flashed in his eyes.
Seeing Mary's beautiful appearance, especially her perfectly shaped long legs, Isaac couldn't contain his excitement!
Finally, Mary was going to be his!
Isaac had waited ten years to get Mary!
Mary frowned slightly, turned to look at Margaret, who was holding a cup, and anxiously asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you okay? Why are you wearing a mask?"
Margaret offered, "Mary, I might have a cold. Drink this. You must be thirsty after all the rush."
Margaret's hands were trembling as she held the cup.
She really didn't want to do this, but what choice did she have?
If she didn't comply, she would lose her life and endanger Mary.
Just satisfying Isaac shouldn't be a big deal.
Mary frowned, took the cup without thinking, drank a few sips, and then said, "Mom, let me take you to the hospital."
Margaret didn't move but looked at Isaac, who was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. Isaac coldly said, "Get upstairs!"
Margaret, following the order, hurriedly ran upstairs, glanced back at the bewildered Mary, and murmured, "Mary, don't blame Mom..."
"Mary, now it's just the two of us. Can we talk?" Isaac said and then gulped, his greedy eyes scanning Mary.
Mary felt uncomfortable all over, especially being stared at by Isaac. Her heart sank as she realized that Isaac was acting particularly strange today.
She replied, "I don't want to talk to you. I'm calling William." Mary immediately thought of William and took out her phone to dial.
Isaac got to his feet angrily, pounced like a hungry tiger, and slapped Mary hard in the face, smashing her phone to pieces on the ground.
"I don't think so!" Isaac roared, his eyes blazing as he stared at Mary.
Mary was stunned, holding her face while looking at Isaac, her heart tightening. She tried to stay calm and said, "Isaac, what do you want? This is my house. You should leave now!"
"Leave?" Isaac sneered, and grabbed Mary's long hair to expose her beautiful, fair face right in front of him.
He reached out, gently caressing the face he had longed for, and cruelly sneered, "Mary, today you'll learn the consequences of rejecting me."
Mary struggled violently, pushing Isaac away, her face pale with fear. She screamed angrily, "Isaac, you bastard! What do you want?! I warn you, if you dare touch me, I won't let you off. William won't either!"
William, William, William, always William!
Thinking of William made Isaac's mind explode with uncontrollable rage.
Isaac remarked, "Mary, you better do as I say to make things easier for both you and me. Today, no one will come to save you!"
Mary raised her hand and slapped Isaac hard across the face with all her might. She said angrily, "You pervert!"
Isaac, instead of getting angry, laughed coldly, tilting his head and staring at Mary. He taunted, "Slap me. keep it coming. I like it when you slap me!"
"Ah! Let go of me! Let go of me! Help! Mom, help me. Help," Mary struggled and screamed desperately.
But upstairs, in the master bedroom, Margaret was pacing nervously, covering her ears as if she couldn't hear anything. She mumbled frantically, "No, no, this will end in tragedy, but Mary is my daughter. No, no, I can't go down. If I go down, I'll die."
Margaret was on the verge of a breakdown, tormented by Mary's cries for help from downstairs.
But she was scared, terrified.
Mary was drenched in sweat from anxiety, and after drinking that water, she suddenly felt weak all over.
She couldn't understand why her own mother would do this to her.
In a moment of desperation!
Mary kneed Isaac hard in the groin.
"Oh!" Isaac cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground.
Mary took the opportunity to try to get up.
Isaac threatened, "Damn it! I'm going to kill you. Get over here!"
Isaac, enraged and in pain, got up and grabbed Mary's hair, pulling her back.
He slapped her several times, hard, and the next second, Mary was limp on the sofa, her head spinning, weakly calling out, "Help, William. Help me."
Isaac sneered viciously, looking at Mary weakly struggling on the sofa.
With a sudden rip, he tore open Mary's white shirt, exposing her fair shoulder.
Margaret yelled, "Ah! Let go of my daughter!"
At that moment, Margaret, somehow finding the courage, raised a golf club and struck Isaac hard on the back!
Isaac fell forward, then turned to glare coldly at Margaret, snatched the golf club from her hands and swung it hard!
The club hit Margaret heavily, and she fell to the ground, unable to get up, crying, "Mary, I'm sorry."
On the sofa, the weak Mary, tears falling from her eyes, watched her mother being abused by Isaac, her heart aching. She cried out, "Isaac, please, don't hit my mom. Don't hit her. I'll do whatever you want."
Isaac stopped, turned to the broken Mary, and walked over with a sinister smile.
Suddenly!
Two figures burst through the door!
"Isaac, you're dead," a furious roar echoed through the entire villa, shaking the entire upscale residential area!
William, his eyes blazing with fury, exuded a cold and invincible killing intent, staring daggers at Isaac!
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