Chapter 266 Enduring Injustice
"Elsa, do you think I would extend your sentence in anger?"
Luke pulled away from his desire, and his voice became much colder.
Elsa's face was still flushed, but she had already regained her usual calmness. "You won't."
"Even if I was just an ordinary woman who had an intimate relationship with you, you still wouldn't." After a year together, she had come to understand Luke's character a bit.
He was a natural leader, but not as cold as he appeared on the surface. Inside, he had the basic kindness of a human being. In this regard, they were very similar.
However, Luke was more sensitive and delicate, while she was more easygoing.
Being easygoing had its advantages to survive and live well.
Just like when she dared to threaten Luke with suicide to get a divorce, she knew Luke wouldn't just watch her die. She won that bet.
Luke sneered noncommittally and walked away without looking back.
Elsa returned to the cell. This time she wasn't as lucky as during the day.
She was taken to a communal area. As soon as she entered, a dozen female inmates looked up at her in unison.
The people in the detention center hadn't been sentenced yet, so they didn't immediately bully her.
Elsa wasn't in the mood to shower. She lay down on the large communal bed, deliberately keeping a safe distance from the other female inmates.
Although it was early summer, the nights were still cold.
Suddenly, the short-haired, burly female inmate next to her yanked her blanket away and covered herself with it.
"What are you doing?" Elsa whispered angrily.
Seven or eight female inmates sat up together, glaring at her.
In the dark, Elsa couldn't see their eyes clearly, but she knew that this place had its own set of rules.
She pressed her lips together, ultimately not taking the blanket back.
The next morning, Elsa woke up to the sound of the wake-up call, only to find herself catch a cold.
Breakfast was porridge. Elsa watched as the staff in charge of serving the food sifted out the few grains of rice in the porridge.
The cell was filled with a strange stench. Elsa couldn't stand being exposed under everyone's gaze, so she wore the same wrinkled prison uniform for three days straight.
Later, she was willing to eat.
However, her cold wasn't treated in time, and every night it got worse. By the fourth day, Elsa couldn't get out of bed.
There was no thermometer in the cell, but she felt dizzy and achy all over, so she must have had a fever.
"Mr. Taylor, Ms. Miller's health is deteriorating. This can't go on." Max cautiously suggested, seeing Luke's grim expression. "Maybe you should check on her. She might be scared and come to you for help."
"If Elsa could give in so easily, she wouldn't be Elsa." Luke snorted.
"I heard she's quite sick, even starting to talk nonsense."
Luke sneered. "Everyone gets the same treatment. Is she special?"
She was clearly so delicate, yet so stubborn. That was what Luke hated the most!
"It's not exactly the same. After all, you instructed them to treat Ms. Miller worse. The warden let the other inmates bully Ms. Miller, who would be a bit delicate after many near-death experiences. Since Ms. Miller has been so good to you, you should coax her more."
Max knew that Luke and Elsa would never give the other any leeway since they were both stubborn.
However, at this moment, Max wasn't sure if Luke was listening to him.
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