My Extraordinary Wife

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Chapter 559

“Lucas, you’re a piece of trash! Your wife was bound to leave you. You’re undeserving of anyone’s love. All you

deserve is to live in hell for the rest of your life as compensation to your sister!”

“No! Stop it! Shut up!”

Lucas slammed his fist onto the stone pillar at the side.

Instantly, blood gushed out of his knuckles like the water from a broken dam.

Franklin sneered, his devil-like voice echoing in the hall. Grabbing Lucas’ hand, he uttered, “Look at you. You bleed.

My daughter—when she bled to death because of you! It must have been much more painful than what you’re

feeling now.”

“Why are you wasting your breath on a piece of trash like him?”

Suddenly, an equally cruel voice sounded.

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Lucas turned his bloodshot eyes in the direction of the voice to see a glamorous woman walking down the stairs.

She was the epitome of beauty in a vintage dress with flowers decorating the edges of the hem. She looked divine.

Yet, her appearance did not match with the cruel words that came from her lips.

She slowly walked toward Lucas.

The look in her eyes as she stared at him was frigid.

Slap!

A loud slap landed on the man’s face. By now, the numbness had overtaken Lucas’ pain. His heart felt dead as it lay

silent in his chest. “Do you know why we told you to come back?” Livia glared at Lucas. “It’s your sister’s death

anniversary tomorrow, you ungrateful b*stard. You’ve forgotten, haven’t you?”

“I didn’t...” Lucas looked around wildly with unfocused eyes.

It hurts... My heart hurts, and my head hurts.

It feels like I’m going to explode.

It hurts so much. Honey... Honey, where are you? I feel terrible. It hurts so badly. I can barely breathe.

His defined features were twisted into a look of despair as the pain crushed his soul.

No... No. I felt guilty and hurt. I think about her all the time. I’m sorry, Grace. I’m sorry...

This is my fault.

This is all my fault.

“Argh!” Lucas abruptly roared as he crashed himself continuously at the pillar like a mindless beast.

Franklin glanced at him before instructing the men in black in the hall. “Lock him in the cage. Don’t give him any

water.”

Dozens of men in black swarmed Lucas. However, a maniac man had immense strength at his disposal; the men in

black could not restrain him at all.

Lucas’ bloodshot eyes reddened even more. He wanted to let loose; he wanted to scream.

He wanted to vent out the indescribable pain in him.

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Rationality fled his mind, and it left only frustration behind.

Countless men swarmed forward again, only to be pushed away by Lucas.

They kept repeating the process.

It was as if Lucas had endless energy in his body.

Finally, someone grabbed a tranquilizer gun and shot him. Only then did he slowly weaken and went lifeless.

Livia watched with indifferent eyes as they dragged Lucas away. She smiled at Franklin. “Dear, why are you still

keeping this useless boy here?”

“Isn’t it interesting to torment him every year?” Franklin reached out to circle his arm around the woman’s waist.

“Moreover, he’s quite useful. Where else would we get our money from?”

With that said, he turned to kiss her neck.

“Cheeky!” Livia reached out to slap him.

Right then, Claire skipped her way into the villa while she held tight onto her limited-edition purse.

She was a pretty young woman with big eyes, fair skin, and wavy long hair.

Livia gestured for her to go closer.

Claire walked toward her mother and put on a cute smile. “Mom, where’s Lucas?”

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