Ex Husband Goes Money Comes

Chapter 207 The Drunken Viola

Todd restrained his swollen eyes from crying and continued.

“He was the captain of the 14th team of the National Bureau of Investigation. That day, there was an emergency order from the bureau. This order was recalled only after something big happened. However, he didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye and wanted to finish the last thing for you. So he requested to postpone it for three days. The injuries on his body were punishment for disobeying orders.”

The internal strife of the family was no small matter. Even a day later, they would face the danger of having their power stolen. It was not a simple matter at all.

But for Viola, Orlando would rather be punished than postpone it for three days.

Todd said sadly, “Thirty whips. He was beaten until he vomited blood. In the end, the executioner became merciful and only hit him twenty times.”

Viola looked at the bloody shirt in her hand and did not understand.

“What kind of whip can be so powerful? Twenty whips and he even vomited blood?”

“It was not an ordinary whip. It was a black whip with golden threads. The whip was covered with tiny barbs. Blood can be seen with just a light whip, not to mention the executor was experienced. The whip could even penetrate his muscles. Because of the burn, there are few parts that can resist the punishment on the back. The last five whips even hit the back of the waist…”

Todd couldn’t continue speaking, and he was angry and distressed at the same.

Viola couldn’t imagine it at all. She felt pain all over.

He was already injured in his back. How did he survive such a heavy punishment?

No wonder something had happened to him this time. He had to kill someone for her with such a serious injury. What risky behavior!

Viola clutched the shirt that was soaked in blood tightly. Her knuckles turned white, and she was about to cry.

However, in front of Todd, she forced back her tears.

Viola knew the truth, although she looked sad, she did not shed a single tear. Deep in

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Todd’s heart, he felt sorry for Orlando.

To fall in love with suchialieartless woman was a tragedy for Orlando.

But as a subordinate and bystander, Todd had no right to accuse Viola.

Todd siglied and tried to speak in a steady tone.

“Actually, I came here today to say goodbye to Ms. Zumthor. I’m leaving. I’m Mr. Caffrey’s subordinate. Now that he’s dead, I have to work with my new superior. I’m afraid I won’t return to Washington. Ms. Zumthor, take care.”

just looked at

eyes. He turned around and

he stopped and looked back at Viola. “No one knows how to love when they are born. Mr. Caffrey thought Anaya had saved him, so he

plane, it was Lawson who used his name to do it. Mr. Caffrey didn’t know about it. He even searched for you in

abused by you, but he never complained. He put down his pride as a man and atoned

were like thousands of steel needles that pierced

and there was not a single part

lip until there were blood marks. The strong cuilt

“I… I am sorry…”

as

and walked out, closing the

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the bloody shirt in her arms, her tears surging

day she came back from the abandoned

was in so much pain that

the stairs, he held the railing and walked step by step. There were injuries on his

he used the excuse of being sleepy. It turned out that his pain was at the limit

chest in frustration. Every tear that fell to the floor was filled with unspeakable pain and

Heavens!

unbearable pain, how could Orlando have revealed so many

the pain and boldly lay in her arms, obsessed with the warmth of

did she

did Viola push him away coldly, she

Orlando had

let go of all his pride

hug you

He said, “Don’t, please…”

that his breath was trembling, he still greedily clung to

tell Viola that he was

was afraid that she would feel guilty? Afraid that she would cancel the

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Chtoja

What a fool.

chair, her emotions completely collapsing. Her

“Orlando…”

was hoarse from crying, so she

 envied me for calling Jerry so cutely before. From

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