Chapter 53: Discard his body.
It was none other than Mrs. Wales.
Even without his glasses, Charles could still make out Mrs. Wales’s face, thanks to the bright light in the room.
’Pfft!’ She scoffed, pulling her hands away from the eyes of Charles as he stood up from her squatting position.
Once more, Charles’s eyes became closed as he was unable to see anything. His entire body still felt weak but the thought of who he had just seen made his heart beat faster than ever.
He remembered Augustine mentioning how his mother was far from friendly, unlike his father.
But hearing it was one thing—experiencing it was another.
Now that he knew exactly who had kidnapped him, a cold wave of fear gripped his chest, making it harder to breathe.
Charles pulse pounded in his ears, and the harsh reality of his situation sank in—he was at the mercy of a woman who despised him.
’Besides, Mrs Wales is among the richest person in the entire Country-H.’
’If Mrs. Wales kills me and disposes of my body, she can easily cover up the truth,’ Charles thought, his breaths turning shallow.
Panic clawed at his chest as the realization hit him. No one knew about his contract marriage with Augustine. No one would even suspect where he had gone.
’How the hell am I supposed to get out of this?’
He began to ask himself a series of questions and most of the questions involved how he planned to escape the mess in which he already found himself.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Wales stretched out her hand toward one of the men, wiping her fingers against his suit as if touching Charles had soiled her.
"Someone get me a bucket of water," she ordered, pulling her hand away and clapping them together as if dusting off something filthy.
One of the men rushed out of the room and returned minutes later, holding a bucket of water. He stepped forward, stretching out his hands to offer it to Mrs. Wales.
She wrinkled her nose in disgust, her eyes narrowing as if the very thought of touching the bucket repulsed her. "Do you expect me to lay my hands on that?" she sneered, taking a deliberate step back. "Pour it on him."
Her tone was laced with disdain, and as she moved away, it was clear she wanted no part of the mess—only to watch from a distance as Charles suffered.
The young man swallowed hard before lifting the bucket and tossing the entire contents onto Charles body.
The icy water crashed over him, sending a violent shiver through his already stiffed frame.
Mrs. Wales watched with a satisfied smirk before turning her gaze back to the men.
"Now, hit him for a while," she ordered, her voice devoid of any emotion. "That should make him snap out of the drug I gave him."
The men hesitated for a brief second before stepping forward, fists tightening as they carry out her cruel command.
They struck Charles with such force that blood instantly spilled from his mouth, his body jolting with each blow.
Yet, strangely, the more they hit him, the more he regained control over his limbs.
Pain surged through Charles, and his breaths came in ragged gasps as more blood trickled from his nose and lips, staining the cold floor beneath him.
"Stop!" Mrs. Wales commanded and the men stopped hitting Charles as he they a step back.
’Gasp!’
A loud gasp tore from Charles’s lips as he spat out a mouthful of blood. "Arrrghhh!" he finally screamed, his voice raw with pain, his body writhing on the cold floor.
Scoffed.
Mrs. Wales scoffed in amusement as she slowly closed the distance between herself and Charles. "Raise his head and get him into a sitting position."
One of the men obeyed immediately, digging his fingers into Charles’s hair and yanking him upright.
A sharp pain shot through Charles’s scalp, but he was too weak to fight back because his vision was a bit blurry from the beating.
Noticing that Charles’s body was still weak, the man tightened his grip on his hair, yanking it harshly to force him upright.
"Arrrghhh!"
A sharp sting shot through Charles’s scalp as as he struggled to steady himself.
"I love this." Mrs. Wales purred, wrapping her hands across her chest.
She was wearing a long black floral gown that reached her ankles, with a black scarf wrapped tightly around her hair.
Her face was etched with cold fury, her eyes dark with unspoken rage.
Exhaled!
She exhaled sharply before drawing in a deep breath. "Now that your eyes are fully open, and you can see me clearly, I want you to understand something," she hissed, her voice laced with venom. "I despise lowlifes like you—people who crawl their way into places they don’t belong, clinging onto wealth and power they could never earn. You sicken me."
"I... I don’t... I don’t know why you’re treating me this way," Charles stuttered, his voice shaky as tears slid down his face, merging with the blood smeared across his cheeks.
His chest tightened with fear, his entire body trembling under the weight of the moment.
"Are you sure you don’t know, or are you just playing dumb?" she scoffed, her voice laced with disdain. "I warned you during our first encounter to stay away from my son, but you refused to listen."
Her eyes darkened as she took a step closer, her lips curling into a sneer. "Since you won’t leave willingly, I’ll make sure you disappear without a trace."
Charles felt his entire world shattering around him, the weight of fear pressing down on his chest.
More tears spilled from his eyes, mixing with the blood on his face, while his body trembled uncontrollably.
Charles parted his lips, desperate to speak, to plead, but his voice refused to produce any sound.
"You boys know what to do. Discard his body in my son’s apartment and make it look like a suicide," she ordered coldly.
Her voice held no remorse—only ruthless intent.
Mrs. Wales wasn’t doing this just to rid of Charles; she intended on about breaking Augustine completely, scarring him so deeply that even the thought of being with a man would be erased from his mind.