The Woman From Hell
Chapter 992

Chapter 992

"Do you not like the food?" Milan asked indifferently.

I was stunned for a moment and quickly said, "No.”

"Not in the mood to eat?" he asked me again.

Dazaray had been taken away to be operated on. How could I possibly be in the mood to eat anything?

Though that was the case, I still needed to deny it.

"I don't need useless trash here. Take them away," Milan said blandly, his gaze cold and stern.

My head started ringing, and my face instantly turned ghastly white.

This man could not bear having grit in his eyes, could he?

The female servant who spilled things in the kitchen was taken away. In the hall, apart from my shocked reaction, everyone else wore blank expressions. They had seemingly already gotten used to it.

I broke down a little and tried to speak up, but I recalled the helpless state I was in. How could I plead for mercy for others?

"I heard that the Fredericks aren’t the only ones who are trying to protect you?" Milan asked indifferently.

I looked at him. The man's gaze was cold and frosty, making it difficult for anyone to look straight into his eyes.

I quickly lowered my head and asked softly, "Will you let me go, Sir?”

Milan sneered. "I don't mind doing the Fredericks a favor."

Having said that, he looked at Franky and said, "Let M s. Lane move around freely in the house. Serve her and make sure she isn’t unfairly treated."

Franky nodded slightly. "Yes, Sir."

Milan picked up a napkin and elegantly wiped his mouth before getting up to leave.

I was stunned, unable to come back to my senses for a very long time.

I lay on the bed at night, tossing and turning. I was unable to fall asleep. I felt intensely irritable inside.

Unable to stay in bed any longer, I got out of bed and walked to the window to look outside.

The bright moonlight was spilling into the courtyard. The sound of insects was ringing in my ears.

Everything seemed so peaceful.

I let out a bitter chuckle and turned around to leave the room.

With Milan's permission, I could move around freely i n the villa now.

There was a landline in the living room but I could not use it to make a call.

Aside from the question of whether I was able to make a call back to my home country, using this landline might infuriate Milan. I might cause him to end my life in a fit of rage.

I wanted to visit Shannon and the rest, yet I was unable to open the high-tech door.

Left with no other choice, I walked aimlessly around the living room and returned to my bedroom.

In the next few days, I tried to worm things out of Franky's mouth to get updates about Shannon. However, every time, Franky would tell me that they were doing things that they should be doing.

Such an answer was truly worrying, yet there was nothing I could do about it.

On this day, when it was almost time for lunch, I stood at the entrance of the villa in a daze.

It rained heavily in the morning, but it was no longer raining now. The air after the heavy rain was filled with the refreshing scent of the earth.

Looking at the many dragonflies outside, I looked at the man standing beside me and asked, "Have you tried roasted dragonflies?"

The man was slightly stunned, as if he did not expect me to ask him such a question. Even so, he still answered, "Yes, I have."

I chuckled. "I knew you knew my language too.”

This man had been following me for days. I thought h e did not know my language at first, but there was one time I forgot about it and told him to grab something for me. He went and got it. That was when I found out that he could understand me.