Chapter 273 That Stick Is Too Small
This was the most she had said in a single breath since her long silence.
Her mental collapse had left her whole body numb.
If Beatrice's death was the explosion, then the truth behind Isabella's death was the fuse that set it off.
In truth, her heart had died that day, shattered into pieces, never to be whole again.
William was truly a genius at tormenting people. He fed her the truth in small doses, tearing at her soul while ravaging her body at the same time.
He wanted to destroy Isla and Juniper, inside and out.
Isla's mental strain had reached its limit. She had lost all will to live.
But William still would not let her go. He would not let her die easily.
He used the comatose Benjamin as leverage, making it impossible for her either to live or to die.
The light in her eyes went out. Gradually, she stopped resisting and struggling, and did not even want to speak anymore.
The truth about Benjamin's car accident and coma, and Juniper's other face — these were the real reasons she could not forgive herself.
What good did knowing the truth do? She had already tried. But when she was about to strangle Juniper, William stopped her.
Just as when Isabella had tried to strangle Juniper, William had stopped her, too.
Fate had played a cruel joke on this mother and daughter, toying with them completely.
When Isla heard that Juniper was going to carry those homeless men's children, her dead heart finally stirred.
Isla let out two cold laughs.
"A bastard child is going to give birth to another bastard."
"Your child will be just like you, losing their parents at a young age. No, your child will not even have a father."
"Because he will have too many fathers — there will be no way to know who planted the seed."
Isla leaned against the cage. Her emotions gradually settled, and her tone became very calm.
But those three sentences wiped the smile from Juniper's face. She could not even form a reply.
She backed into the corner of the cage with nowhere left to hide.
Isla's ice-cold stare was more terrifying than any ghost.
Juniper suddenly pointed at Isla, her hand trembling.
"Isabella, it is you, you demon."
"You want revenge on me, do you not?"
"I will not let you succeed."
Juniper glared at Isla. Then, all at once, she did something completely unexpected.
She dropped to all fours, stretched out her neck, and barked at Isla twice.
Like a rabid dog.
Juniper twisted her hips, but after barking, she seemed terrified, as if something had frightened her badly. Her chin pressed to the ground, her hands holding her head.
She even covered her own eyes.
"No, I will not let you succeed."
Juniper's body convulsed as she repeated the same sentence over and over.
William had been standing nearby the whole time, enjoying the sight of the two of them hurling insults at each other.
Seeing that one side had clearly won, he actually smiled, and even his eyes held a rare hint of amusement.
William turned around and sat in the living room, waiting quietly.
In thirty minutes, Juniper's blood test results would arrive.
He wanted to confirm in person whether Juniper had successfully become pregnant.
This was one of the few pleasures he could still find now.
Thirty minutes was not long. When Dylan came in holding the files and respectfully handed them to him, William finally moved.
He unwound the string on the manila envelope and held the two files together, his eyes slowly moving downward.
The first file was Juniper's blood test results. Juniper's pregnancy was confirmed. In at most three months, her belly would show obvious swelling.
The second file was Isla's physical report. According to the information in the file, the chance of Isla becoming pregnant was zero.
After reading the second file, William felt somewhat disappointed.
He had wanted to see Isla's reaction if she became pregnant.
At least the overall plan had successfully completed its first half.
Even if Isla could not get pregnant, he would not let her go.
As for Juniper, William put down the files and glanced toward the cage.
He instructed Dylan, "She is too idle. Send her under the overpass to get some exercise."
Dylan nodded, then asked another question.
"Should I send both of them?"
William raised his head and looked at him.
"Do you really need to ask such a stupid question?"
In that one second, the oppressive feeling from that single look instantly threw Dylan back to the past.
After Isabella's body was placed in the crystal coffin, he had felt that something about William had changed.
After Dylan left with his men, William had someone drive him to the abandoned factory.
He glanced at the window that was about to fall apart and could not help thinking, So stubborn.
Just as stubborn as Lester.
With his bodyguards beside him, William pushed open the rusty iron door.
He looked at Lester in the cage — full-figured, with long hair — and his lips slowly curved upward.
"Should I call you Lester, or Juniper?"
"Looks like you are also enjoying the thrill of rebirth."
Since Lester had undergone plastic surgery, sex reassignment, breast augmentation, and hair transplants, there was no trace left of him ever having been a man.
William believed that even if his biological parents stood in front of him now, they would not recognize Lester.
When Lester raised his head, the fierceness in his eyes was like that of a lone wolf lying in wait.
If William was a genius at torturing people, then Lester was the perfect victim.
No one could be as relentless as he was.
To provoke him, William had even chosen the Harrison family's old factory — from before their bankruptcy — as the place to keep him.
But Lester was too patient. Even now, the sutured vagina from his sex change still had a rubber rod inserted in it.
The guards found it troublesome, so they simply cuffed Lester's hands and feet and then put underwear on him.
That way, the rubber rod could stay in his vagina.
Even so, when he saw William, there was not a trace of retreat in Lester's eyes.
He laughed wildly, jabbing at William's most painful wound again and again.
"Look who is here."
"It is the devoted Lester, right? Why are you not at home with your wife? What are you doing here?"
"I almost forgot — your wife is already dead. And you drove her to it."
At this point, if his hands and feet had not been cuffed, Lester would have clapped in delight.
The smile on William's lips seemed frozen in place, every line on his face rigid.
He quietly listened to Lester's taunts, showing no sign of anger at all.
He merely beckoned to someone beside him.
"That rubber rod is too small."
The man stepped forward at once, about to go out and buy one, but William pointed at the tablet on the table and had someone open the shopping app.
He wanted to select a bigger toy for Lester himself.