Pampered by My Secret Husband
Chapter 23: Maniac, are you seeking death?

Chapter 23: Chapter 23: Maniac, are you seeking death?

The man looked to be in his early thirties. His face was flushed, and the skin exposed beyond his sleeves had a strange, reddish glow.

His eyes were bloodshot as he struggled frantically, "Let go of me! Let go of me!"

The man in black gripped him tightly, kicking him sharply in the back of his knee.

With a THUD, the man’s knees slammed heavily onto the ground.

The excruciating pain brought back a sliver of his rationality.

He looked up, and his entire body trembled at the sight of the handsome and dignified Thomas Shannon seated on the sofa.

His muscles began to spasm with fear. Feigning terror, he kowtowed repeatedly. "Young Master Shannon, spare me! Please, spare my worthless life!"

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. His head struck the hard floor with sickening force, each impact deliberate.

Soon, the floor was stained with blood, and a gash was torn open on the man’s forehead.

Bright red blood trickled down his face.

Sophie couldn’t figure it out, so she continued to watch.

"Young Master Shannon, please, spare me this time! I won’t dare do it again, I’ll never dare again! Please, spare my worthless life!" The man wrenched himself free from the man in black and scrambled on his knees to Thomas Shannon’s feet.

He clung to Thomas Shannon’s legs, his body wracked with tremors. Snot and tears streamed down his face as he stammered, "Please, I beg you! I’ll be your ox, your horse—I’ll do anything!"

Thomas Shannon exhaled a puff of white smoke, then pressed the glowing cigarette butt towards the man.

SIZZLE.

The acrid smell of burning hair filled the air.

Sophie felt another wave of nausea and quickly averted her eyes.

The man was so terrified he wet himself. He stifled his cries of pain, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

"Disgusting thing," Thomas Shannon said, his brow deeply furrowed, and kicked the man away.

The man, trembling violently, had been forced to ingest a large dose of medicine, and its effects were already taking hold.

He let out a low growl and scrambled towards the nearest woman.

Before he could touch her, the man in black dragged him back and threw him into the swimming pool.

With a loud SPLASH, water erupted everywhere.

As more time passed, the effects of the medicine neared their peak.

This repeated over and over, and the man was in such agony it felt like his blood vessels were about to burst.

"Young Master Shannon, I beg you! Give me a woman, please, I beg you!"

Give him a woman?

Sophie suddenly recalled that on the night she was assaulted, Thomas Shannon had also seemed...drugged.

Could it be that this man was the one who drugged him?

She had to admit, he was certainly gutsy!

Daring to drug Thomas Shannon—was he tired of life, or just impatient with it?

If it weren’t for him, Thomas Shannon wouldn’t have appeared near the asylum, and then she wouldn’t have been...

At this realization, the flicker of sympathy Sophie had felt for the man vanished instantly.

He deserved it.

The man, completely devoid of reason, began to smash his head against the ground. THUD. THUD. THUD. Each impact was made with terrifying force.

Sophie quickly looked away. Truly horrifying.

"Why aren’t you watching anymore, hmm?" Thomas Shannon’s amused voice sounded from above her.

Sophie opened her eyes and looked straight into his. "You’re disgusting!"

"Maniac, are you courting death?"

Trying petty tricks to escape on the way here, and now she dares to call me disgusting.

Excellent. This woman is practically begging for a beating!

Time and again, she challenges my patience and my limits.

It seems I’ve been too good to her, letting her forget the rules and her own status.

With a flick of his hand, Sophie was sent flying to the ground. She rolled several times before stopping.

Sophie glared at him with raw hatred. Thomas Shannon narrowed his eyes, lit a cigarette, and said, "Show me what you’ve got."