My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 62 Are You Really Planning to Get a Divorce?

It seems that he is really serious about his intention to bear the divorce, not just talking about it.

Jocelyn helped Allen all the way out the door.

After last night's snowfall, the courtyard was white at this moment.

The maids and bodyguards were busy clearing the snow from the ground.

After greeting everyone, Jocelyn and Allen ran all the way out the door and continued running along the

road.

The snow in the middle of the road had melted, only the ones on either side hadn't, and at the moment

the sanitation workers were busy clearing it.

It was cold, but because of the exercise, they didn't feel cold at all.

After a few kilometres of running back and forth along the tarmac road in front of their home, they rest

against the dry cherry trees in front of their home.

The two were back-to-back, equally out of breath, their clothes already soaked with sweat.

"A run like this can be really soothing." Allen said.

"Well ... Dad, are you in a better mood?" Jocelyn asked.

"Much better."

"Are you really planning to get a divorce?"

"Yes, I'm going to give her two hundred million, as well as a house, and let her leave my world now." As

he spoke, Allen's face sank again, his brows knitted.

She could feel his reluctance, as well as his sadness. She felt guilty inside. She really didn't know if she

was wrong to cause all these.

If he hadn't known anything, he would still be his happy self now, but there was nothing she could do

about it, so much had to be done for him to know.

If there hadn't been all that hatred, she might have continued to put up with it for the sake of family

harmony.

But now, she couldn't, everything before had shown her too much.

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aggressive.

When a person is too soft, anyone will want to squeeze them.

But if one were to put all that aside and just look at it from an absolutely rational perspective, she felt

that her father had done the right thing by leaving Sara.

She was capable of even threatening the family's fortune in order to achieve her own goals, and there

was no guarantee that such a woman would not do even more terrible things in the future.

It had not yet reached its grand finale, there were always variables, everything was still hard to say.

Jocelyn didn't say anything, she just silently hugged Allen and patted his back, "Okay, let's not talk

about these unhappy things. Let's go back and take a shower, then have breakfast together."

"Okay."

...

At the First Detention Centre, in cell 606, Sara and Gloria were working with the female inmates in the

same cell to complete the task they had been assigned today: embroidering handkerchiefs.

Ten of them were sitting side by side on the bunk, all holding an embroidery support in their hands,

carefully following the patterns and drawings on them.

In front of each of them were some pure white silk handkerchiefs waiting to be embroidered, usually a

dozen or so, except that Gloria and Sara who had a lot.

Apart from Gloria and Sara, everyone else was skilful in their movements.

Embroidery was an incomparably unfamiliar territory for the pampered women, who didn't even know

how to hold a needle at home, and usually just threw away anything at home that broke, so there was

no need to use a needle at all.

Both of them had needle marks on their fingers, which looked shocking.

One careless moment, the needle on Gloria's right hand, once again, dug deep into her left index

finger.

The piercing pain spread out, overwhelming the last bit of her patience, and she instantly threw the

embroidery support to the ground viciously, crying and shouting in anger, "Are we living in ancient times

now?"

"There are still people who embroider flowers by hand! I don’t know how to do that. I'm a pregnant

woman, what good is it to them if they abuse me to death?"

"Why did everyone else get so few hankies, but only us got so many? Did Jocelyn bribe the people in

here?"

"Doesn't Daddy care? And Joseph, why doesn't he care about me either? I'm carrying Joseph's child!"

She was really going crazy, from the time she came in until now, she and her mother had been working

almost all the time, and were simply the two busiest people in the whole detention centre.

On the first day, they had washed hundreds of dishes and dozens of people's clothes.

On the second day, they were forced to embroider so many handkerchiefs!

What was more, the two of them were put into such a large confinement room with a group of fierce

women who were not nice to talk to.

This group of people did not take them into account at all, and they refused to help with the embroidery

when they asked for it.

Was this caretaker crazy now? Why did they treat her like this? Aren't they afraid of her revenge when

she gets out? Don't they know that she is the daughter of a rich family?

"What are you shouting about? Do you want me to rub you on the ground? I'll beat you up and make

you bleed profusely!" A bald female prisoner said coldly.

"How dare you!" Gloria cursed in a cold voice.

"What wouldn't I dare? I'm afraid you don't know that I killed someone and was temporarily imprisoned

here, right? A murderer has to die sooner or later, do you think I would be afraid of you?" The bald

female prisoner shouted loudly.

Gloria wimped out in a second, her heart instantly racing. A death row inmate was someone she

couldn't afford to mess with.

"Embroider it careful! If you can't finish embroidering these in front of you today! I'll beat you until your

mother doesn't even know you! I heard you're getting married when you get out, right? Do you want to

wear a wedding dress with a bruise on your face?"

The bald female prisoner continued to shout, and the eyes of the others immediately fell coldly on

Gloria, each one of them seeming to have a bloodthirsty look in their eyes.

Gloria was angry but she had to hold it back. She took a deep breath and picked up the handkerchief

on the floor to continue embroidering.

Sara shivered and said to Gloria, "Okay, daughter, let's endure it, it will be fine when we get out."

"Okay ..." Gloria nodded heavily.

"I've asked, the day before your wedding, we'll be free. It will be only a few days, let's bear it." Sara

added.

Gloria nodded heavily once again. The needle dug deep directly into her left thumb, and for a moment

blood flowed.

"Ah ..." she drew back her hand, pulled out the needle against the pain and put it in her mouth, sucking

wildly, the rich taste of blood spreading wildly in her mouth.

Sara's heart instantly ached viciously, and she asked with red eyes, "Are you okay?"

Gloria nodded, "It really hurts, Mum."

"Bear with it, when we get out, we will find that bitch Jocelyn to settle the score!" Sara gritted her teeth.

Just as the words fell, her head was slapped hard from behind.