Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 1173: Chapter 1175: His Life Is Still Useful, He Can’t Be Allowed to Die

"Cecilia Branford, listen to Uncle’s explanation, this affair isn’t as you think..."

Sophie Sullivan, with a tired expression, raised her hand, and Derek Clark immediately stuffed a towel into Andres’ mouth, "Shut your mouth, do you really think you can deceive Miss Cecilia Branford?"

The air was permeated with a blood smell.

Sophie Sullivan rubbed her forehead with one hand and closed her eyes in exhaustion, "Derek, clear out the people here, replace them with ours. Find a doctor to stop his bleeding. His life is still useful. We can’t let him meet his death."

"Yes, Miss Cecilia Branford."

Sophie Sullivan got up and returned to the bedroom; she had to rest well for a while.

In the over a year length of time she had been away, too many things had happened, and she had to sort them out one by one.

And there’s Herman and Jennifer, where did they go, are they alive or dead...

......

Isabel was personally escorted back to Country F by Leo. Instantly upon returning to Country F, she was secretly sent into the basement of Lucifer’s Estate.

Without Sophie Sullivan needing to speak, Lucifer wouldn’t let Isabel off the hook.

All the wounds that Sophie Sullivan had suffered, Lucifer would make her pay double the price.

Isabel, after being beaten up once, was already crying out to the heavens, convulsing in pain all over...

At these times, Lucifer would always think, when Cecilia Branford had her face ruined, her voice destroyed, and was cruelly pushed from the building, how excruciating was the pain she endured?

The little wounds that Isabel suffered, compared to the wounds Cecilia Branford suffered, what could they amount to?

"Leo, give me the knife."

Lucifer crouched down and watched Isabel, just woken by a splash of saltwater, convulsing all over in pain and unable to speak clearly.

Raymond took out an ordinary fruit knife and handed it to him, "Your Highness, the knife you wanted."

Lucifer glanced at it and let out a light laugh, "Leo, you still know me best."

Leo also gave a slight smile, "It’s as it should be, Your Highness."

The knife was very blunt, not sharp enough, but it was precisely this ordinary knife that deeply satisfied Lucifer’s heart.

Using a blunt knife to cut flesh leaves a lasting memory.

The knife tip lifted Isabel’s chin, and Lucifer narrowed his eyes slightly, "Isabel, you’ve always been jealous of Cecilia Branford, fed Gaby laxatives, stuck chewing gum in Cecilia Branford’s hair, pretended to be drunk at her birthday banquet and spilled red wine on her white dress... All these things you’ve done have traces. You think becoming Cecilia Branford makes you truly Cecilia?"

"Lucifer, what... what are you talking about?"

Isabel couldn’t admit it, dared not admit it. She thought as long as she insisted on denying it, Lucifer couldn’t do anything to her.

But she was wrong; Lucifer was never a good person.

He didn’t mind revealing his darker side to anyone.

All his tenderness was given to family and Cecilia Branford.

Nowadays, seeing Isabel, Lucifer was reminded of the disfigured Cecilia Branford.

Cecilia Branford, such a proud person, having her most prized appearance ruined, was undoubtedly as good as her death.

He couldn’t imagine how devastated she must have been during that time.

Yet this thief who harmed Cecilia Branford still deluded herself with trying to take everything from Cecilia Branford.

Lucifer curled his lips into a smile, the icy aura emanating from his eyes like a hell’s messenger, sending chills down the spine.