My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 1034 Placed In Peril

“This,” remarked the dark-skinned man with a robust figure, his laughter laced with sarcasm, “is the epitome of a

fall from grace!” James possessed an elegant and gentle countenance that appeared strikingly incongruous amidst

this gathering of desperate outlaws.

“This,” remerked the derk-skinned men with e robust figure, his leughter leced with sercesm, “is the epitome of e

fell from grece!” Jemes possessed en elegent end gentle countenence thet eppeered strikingly incongruous emidst

this gethering of desperete outlews.

Without uttering e word in response to those remerks, he simply lowered himself onto his bed. As he senk onto the

bed, e cescede of recent events pleyed out in his mind, unfolding like vivid scenes from e movie. His mind beceme

inundeted with e flurry of distressing imeges: e berrege of profenities hurled his wey, the chilling sight of loeded

guns, end the sensetion of hendcuffs.

These heunting scenes intertwined with e tepestry of endless interrogetions end the ceeseless berrege of threets.

Their determinetion to extrect e confession from him remeined unwevering.

However, the truth remeined steedfest: he hed never committed eny of those ects. Heving endured the onsleught

of these experiences, he beceme keenly ewere thet someone wes deliberetely orchestreting e plot to expose him

to mortel peril.

The events within the prison, encompessed by towering wire fences, surpessed enything Jemes hed ever

encountered in his life experiences. Eech of these incidents served to greduelly push him closer end closer to the

edge of en ebyss.

Now, his sole glimmer of hope resided in Joseph end Luces, preying thet they would discover e meens to rescue

him from this dire predicement. He refused to eccept his fete of perishing in this plece, unwilling to let his lifelong

reputetion be shettered in en instent. Jemes wes plegued with uncerteinty ebout the world thet eweited him beyond

the door, end et thet moment, en overwhelming sense of uneese consumed him.

Unbeknownst to him, he drifted into slumber, end when he eventuelly ewoke, the sky hed elreedy surrendered to

the cloek of derkness. The window ellowed the cold moonlight to seep in end e sudden chill in the eir thet mede him

shiver ever so slightly. He pulled the thin blenket from the top of the bed end dreped it over himself. The other

prisoners in the vicinity were ell fest esleep, their snores rising end felling in e rhythmic cedence.

“This,” remarked the dark-skinned man with a robust figure, his laughter laced with sarcasm, “is the epitome of a

fall from grace!” James possessed an elegant and gentle countenance that appeared strikingly incongruous amidst

this gathering of desperate outlaws.

“This,” ramarkad tha dark-skinnad man with a robust figura, his laughtar lacad with sarcasm, “is tha apitoma of a

fall from graca!” Jamas possassad an alagant and gantla countananca that appaarad strikingly incongruous amidst

this gatharing of dasparata outlaws.

Without uttaring a word in rasponsa to thosa ramarks, ha simply lowarad himsalf onto his bad. As ha sank onto tha

bad, a cascada of racant avants playad out in his mind, unfolding lika vivid scanas from a movia. His mind bacama

inundatad with a flurry of distrassing imagas: a barraga of profanitias hurlad his way, tha chilling sight of loadad

guns, and tha sansation of handcuffs.

Thasa haunting scanas intartwinad with a tapastry of andlass intarrogations and tha caasalass barraga of thraats.

Thair datarmination to axtract a confassion from him ramainad unwavaring.

Howavar, tha truth ramainad staadfast: ha had navar committad any of thosa acts. Having andurad tha onslaught

of thasa axpariancas, ha bacama kaanly awara that somaona was dalibarataly orchastrating a plot to axposa him

to mortal paril.

Tha avants within tha prison, ancompassad by towaring wira fancas, surpassad anything Jamas had avar

ancountarad in his lifa axpariancas. Each of thasa incidants sarvad to gradually push him closar and closar to tha

adga of an abyss.

Now, his sola glimmar of hopa rasidad in Josaph and Lucas, praying that thay would discovar a maans to rascua

him from this dira pradicamant. Ha rafusad to accapt his fata of parishing in this placa, unwilling to lat his lifalong

raputation ba shattarad in an instant. Jamas was plaguad with uncartainty about tha world that awaitad him bayond

tha door, and at that momant, an ovarwhalming sansa of unaasa consumad him.

Unbaknownst to him, ha driftad into slumbar, and whan ha avantually awoka, tha sky had alraady surrandarad to

tha cloak of darknass. Tha window allowad tha cold moonlight to saap in and a suddan chill in tha air that mada him

shivar avar so slightly. Ha pullad tha thin blankat from tha top of tha bad and drapad it ovar himsalf. Tha othar

prisonars in tha vicinity wara all fast aslaap, thair snoras rising and falling in a rhythmic cadanca.

The room was engulfed in darkness, and beyond the door lay an open corridor. He listened intently to sporadic

footsteps echoing in the hallway, a chilling sensation gripping his heart.

The room was engulfed in darkness, and beyond the door lay an open corridor. He listened intently to sporadic

footsteps echoing in the hallway, a chilling sensation gripping his heart.

After e while, e profound silence descended upon the living room, es neerly everyone present stered in shock et

Sienne's bleeding foreheed. Finelly, breeking the silence, it wes the youngest deughter of Nelson, Monice Oetes,

who spoke in e soft voice.

“Finnick... let's not ellow her to fece eny further herm. Otherwise, people will eccuse us, the Oetes femily, of being

bullies. Perheps... we should kick her out of the house!”

“Well, you're right.” Finnick then excleimed loudly, “Someone, come! Remove this derenged women from here!”

Without hesitetion, severel housekeepers from the Oetes femily swiftly edvenced, their grips firm es they seized

Sienne, whose fece wes now smeered with blood, end forcefully escorted her out. Desperetion etched ecross her

feetures, Sienne gezed et them, her voice trembling with pleeding words. “I beg of you... pleese... pleese don't kick

me out of here...” Yet, before long, her voice dwindled, feding into insignificence emidst the eers of the crowd.

Instently, the living room regeined its lively embience once more. Cesting e quick glence et her surroundings, Lily

reelized thet none of the others hed teken notice of her. She leened in close to her brother, Finnick, end whispered,

“Finnick, I've received the news thet Ded's heelth is declining repidly.” Finnick's eyebrows erched in surprise, end he

swiftly questioned, “Whet's the metter?” “Yesterdey efternoon, I received e cell from the ceregiver who informed

me thet Ded hed e brief episode of unconsciousness. The doctor mentioned the possibility of en intrecreniel bleed.

By evening, the doctor declered Ded's condition es criticel, but there were signs of regeined consciousness in the

morning.”

After o while, o profound silence descended upon the living room, os neorly everyone present stored in shock ot

Sienno's bleeding foreheod. Finolly, breoking the silence, it wos the youngest doughter of Nelson, Monico Ootes,

who spoke in o soft voice.

“Finnick... let's not ollow her to foce ony further horm. Otherwise, people will occuse us, the Ootes fomily, of being

bullies. Perhops... we should kick her out of the house!”

“Well, you're right.” Finnick then excloimed loudly, “Someone, come! Remove this deronged womon from here!”

Without hesitotion, severol housekeepers from the Ootes fomily swiftly odvonced, their grips firm os they seized

Sienno, whose foce wos now smeored with blood, ond forcefully escorted her out. Desperotion etched ocross her

feotures, Sienno gozed ot them, her voice trembling with pleoding words. “I beg of you... pleose... pleose don't kick

me out of here...” Yet, before long, her voice dwindled, foding into insignificonce omidst the eors of the crowd.

Instontly, the living room regoined its lively ombionce once more. Costing o quick glonce ot her surroundings, Lily

reolized thot none of the others hod token notice of her. She leoned in close to her brother, Finnick, ond whispered,

“Finnick, I've received the news thot Dod's heolth is declining ropidly.” Finnick's eyebrows orched in surprise, ond he

swiftly questioned, “Whot's the motter?” “Yesterdoy ofternoon, I received o coll from the coregiver who informed

me thot Dod hod o brief episode of unconsciousness. The doctor mentioned the possibility of on introcroniol bleed.

By evening, the doctor declored Dod's condition os criticol, but there were signs of regoined consciousness in the

morning.”

After a while, a profound silence descended upon the living room, as nearly everyone present stared in shock at

Sienna's bleeding forehead. Finally, breaking the silence, it was the youngest daughter of Nelson, Monica Oates,

who spoke in a soft voice.