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Chatper 1050
Chapter 1050
The cold smile on Fia’s face becwider.
“Britney, do you know this kind of feeling? You want to live on well, but incident after
incident keeps happening and that kills off your nerves and emotions.
“Your brain becomes more and more tired. Every day when you open your eyes and wake up,
you can’t muster up any energy, and you don’t even know the point of living like this anymore.”
Britney could not help but say, “It makes you want to just go on a strike.”
“That’s right. I really want to go on a strike and give up. I don’t want to do anything anymore.” Fia started cackling, like a lonely, wild spirit in the middle of the night.
Britney looked at her, thinking of the things she got to know about Fia from her sister. For a moment, she felt a little pity for her.
“Fia, do you still love Conrad?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFia tilted her head and her eyes did not blink at all. Her tears rolled into her mouth.
Her mouth was full of bitterness, her heart full of resentment.
She said, “If I could, I would rather never see him again.”
If they had never met, she would not have fallen in love, then life would not be so miserable. Each time she was hurt, she chose to forgive and be on the losing end.
Each tshe was disappointed, she fell into despair…
In her despair, she recovered on her own.
But when she had only just recovered, she’d be faced with another round of despair and just break down.
“There would ca day when a machine would no longer be fixable after being fixed over and over again.” The corner of Fia’s mouth twitched, her pupils appearing soulless.
From her throat, she let out a deep laugh.
Britney looked at her, thinking of her own self.
To have been knocked out by the person she trusted the most, to have been put into a sack and locked up…
If not for Master making a move to save her, she would have died for Esme.
Peter was not merciful to her at all!
However, Master was not a good person either. He saved her for the sake of taming her. He made her experience being disfigured, injured, and no different from being dead.
However, what could she do? She had already lost her freedom.
Master was despicable and vicious. He held the lives of her family members in his hands and she could not just ignore that.
Furthermore, Master had now promised that he would reinstate her looks and identity.
She had once returned to her sister, Barbara’s side, thinking that she could rely on herself and seek Conrad and Fia to overturn Eand Peter.
In the end, she found out that only by surrendering to her master would he then show her smercy.
“Fia.” Her voice was hoarse. She pitied Fia a little..
Fia, who was before her, was locked up by Master, who very obviously wished to train Fia as one of his slaves.
To work for him, to be at his beck and call.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFia caught onto the pity in Britney’s eyes and said self-deprecatingly, “Don’t pity me. We are just about the sif compared.”
Britney lowered her gaze. “I hope you can be loyal to yourself in the future. You no longer have family. Being loyal to yourself. Loving yourself is more important than anything else.”
Fia smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. I no longer have family. There is no one or anything that can check and balance me.”
She opened her arms and laughed a little maniacally.
“From today onward, I will do whatever I wish to do! I no longer have to worry or care about anyone else!”
Britney wanted to say something, but swallowed the words she wanted to say.
“You should rest well. Conrad’s wedding is in three days.”
After she spoke, she got up and left the room.
She had barely taken a few steps out when she saw a tall, long-legged figure nearby.
The man was dressed in a long, black, trench coat, almost blending into the dark corridor.
The man slowly turned around, his pale face like snow in the dark, his blue pupils flashing a dark gloomy light.
Britney was so scared that she was panicking, but she withstood it and went over fearfully.
“Why are you here?”
“What do you think?” The words had just left his lips when the man gave Britney a slap. “You asked her to be loyal to herself? Then what am I?”