Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 669: Chapter 672: Sophie Sullivan, I want you to accompany me to hell.

”Sophie Sullivan, this is all you’re capable of.”

Minimus Hart sneered, ”If it weren’t for Young Master, you would be nothing.”

Previously, Sophie Sullivan might have thought there was some truth to that.

But now, she scoffed, ”Minimus Hart, let me tell you, even without Thomas Shannon, I, Sophie Sullivan, am far more than you, Minimus Hart, could ever measure up to!”

Who does she think she is? Such brazen audacity! It seemed she really couldn’t recognize her own reflection, truly believing she was devastatingly beautiful!

”Lower your head. I’ll tell you...”

Sophie Sullivan, skeptical, lowered her head. ”Where is the antidote?”

Minimus Hart’s gaze, like that of a venomous snake, coiled tightly around her. Every word she uttered was laced with vicious malice. ”You did this to me, Sophie Sullivan. Your face... you can forget about it ever recovering in this lifetime. I want you to accompany me to hell.”

Minimus Hart was now dead set on mutual destruction. Even if she couldn’t kill Sophie, she wouldn’t let Sophie Sullivan recover her looks. She would never give Sophie any chance to trample or crush her.

Surprisingly, Sophie Sullivan was remarkably calm. From the beginning, she had anticipated that Minimus Hart wouldn’t be easy to deal with. Minimus Hart’s targeting of Old Mr. Standford proved that this time, she was after Sophie’s face. Old Mr. Standford was still in the ICU, his life hanging in the balance. Minimus Hart, believing she was halfway to victory, naturally wouldn’t hand over the antidote easily.

Strike a snake at its vital point. Sophie Sullivan knew Minimus Hart’s weakness. She would destroy her willpower, bit by bit.

”Maniac, the highly concentrated saline you wanted is here.”

Sophie Sullivan stepped back and pointed to the bedside. ”Put it there.”

”Okay.”

The nurse placed the two buckets of saltwater at the bedside. Seemingly aware of her intentions, the nurse had thoughtfully prepared a long-handled spoon for her.

Sophie Sullivan picked up the spoon, weighed it in her hand, her heart filled with glee. She smiled at the nurses. ”Thank you for your hard work.”

”Not at all, it was nothing.”

Minimus Hart’s pupils constricted. What was that wretch Sophie Sullivan planning to do?!

Sophie Sullivan scooped a spoonful of the saltwater. With a deceptively harmless smile, she said, ”Minimus Hart, you brought this on yourself. Don’t blame me.”

The highly concentrated saltwater from the spoon splashed down onto her chest.

Minimus Hart convulsed in pain, gripping the bedsheet so tightly her knuckles were white. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead. She stared daggers at Sophie Sullivan, her eyeballs nearly bulging from their sockets, her eyes bloodshot and terrifying, like those of a vengeful ghost.

Sophie Sullivan slowly and deliberately scooped another spoonful of saltwater. ”Don’t get excited. All this saltwater is for you. Enjoy it slowly.”

Another spoonful of saltwater fell.

The saltwater rapidly seeped through her clothes and gauze. Upon contact with her wounds, an excruciating pain shot through Minimus Hart’s entire body. She writhed and convulsed in agony. Unstoppable, agonizing moans escaped her lips.

Sophie Sullivan’s expression was frosty, her eyes devoid of warmth. ”Where is the antidote?”

Minimus Hart shot her a venomous glare, her teeth grinding audibly. Each word trembled as she forced it out, ”I... I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

”We’ll see how long you can remain stubborn.”

Sophie Sullivan poured both buckets of saltwater over Minimus Hart. The pillow, quilt, and bedsheet—nothing was spared.

Water dripped continuously from the bed. On it, Minimus Hart was curled into a tight ball, like a shrimp. Her face was drenched, making it impossible to tell if it was sweat or saltwater. Her wails were horrifyingly tragic. Her cries grew weaker and weaker, until finally, only ragged gasps remained.