Su Yu had not expected his direct method of putting her out of action to be like this!
This was not killing her at all, it was clearly torturing her alive, making her wish for death. Now they were even preventing her from committing suicide, from seeking treatment, with a shot a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, ten years, ten times three hundred and sixty-five days!
Wouldn't that mean she would have to endure days more terrifying than the Eighteen Levels of Hell for ten years?
No!
She would rather die!
Why, being a woman just like her, did Ye Nuanxi only have to be a surrogate mother once to win his favor, while she, Su Yu, had devotedly taken care of him and his son for so many years, only to end up like this? In what way was she inferior to Ye Nuanxi?
The hatred, along with the pain in her knees, surged up from the bottom of her heart, tormenting all her pain receptors excruciatingly, and all her consciousness in her mind froze on the name Ye Nuanxi!
