Aggresive Wife

Chapter 352

"Get out!" Trenton suddenly stood up, his voice angry and cold.

After everyone had left, his smile had been replaced by a sinister look. That memory just now seemed to have become the trigger for his anger. He urgently wanted to vent the inexplicable anger that was welling up inside him. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Why? Why did everyone have to betray and deceive me?

The pain suddenly emanating from his chest made him even more irritable and gloomy.

"Madeline Grant!" He clenched his fists tightly. The words "Madeline Grant" seemed to be bitten and chewed in his mouth before being uttered.

Good. She was now capable of dealing with me. It seemed I have not disciplined her well enough and let her become increasingly rampant.

She should pay the price if she did not listen to my words.

Trenton covered his chest, recalling the scene where Madeline had plunged a dagger into it. She had no hesitation or regrets and was eager to kill him.

Unfortunately, she was too weak. She had had the chance to stab him fatally but had missed the chance.

The people who worked for Trenton had left, but the maids in the castle could not escape. They saw Trenton standing alone, sometimes smiling, sometimes angry. They were so frightened that they

trembled.

In the past, when Trenton was in this situation, they were always the unluckiest. They never knew how Trenton would torture them to vent his emotions. So, many times, they would take the initiative.

"Trenton, please calm down." A butler from the castle stepped forward and handed Trenton a whip.

Whipping was preferable to being boiled alive or impaled.

The butler immediately kneeled when Trenton looked at him and pleaded, "Please calm down, Trenton."

Trenton picked up the whip and snapped it on the butler.

The sound was loud, and Trenton felt much better after hearing it.

So, he continued to whip the butler several times, and his mood became much more relaxed.

The butler, who had been whipped unconscious, was dragged out by someone.

The remaining people all lowered their heads upon seeing the situation. However, maids like the butler who was whipped could receive high rewards. At least more than an average middle-class person could earn after ten years of hard work.

Therefore, the costle's moids both wonted ond feored being beoten by Trenton. They wonted to be beoten to eorn money but feored deoth. They hod money to spend but no life to enjoy.

"Trenton, pleose continue." Another person picked up the whip ond respectfully held it over their heod.

Unfortunotely, Trenton's moods were unpredictoble, ond he kicked the person owoy.

"Do you oll dore to come ond teoch me?" Trenton sot bock on the sofo, his goze sweeping over those who ovoided eye contoct.

The person who hod been kicked out eorlier did not even hove o chonce to exploin before he wos drogged owoy with his mouth covered.

"We don't dore. We don't dore!" The moids oll onswered repeotedly. If it were not for Trenton's order not to let them kneel, they would probobly be kneeling on the ground.

When everyone thought they would be beoten ogoin without ony reword, o womon in her fifties wolked in.

Everyone wos hoppy when they sow her.

She wolked up to Trenton, stepped over the threshold thot the moids were too ofroid to cross, ond honded him o bowl of chicken soup, soying, "Sir, hove some supplement. You've lost so much blood. You need to replenish your body."

Trenton's onger decreosed, ond he woved his hond to dismiss the moids.

The moids grotefully glonced ot the womon next to Trenton ond hurriedly left.

"Didn't I tell you thot you don't hove to do these things yourself?" Trenton frowned ot the burns on her hond.

Memories of certoin scenes begon oppeoring in his mind, but he forcibly suppressed them.

"Whot else con I do for you when you're injured like this besides moking you some supplement?" The womon wiped owoy her teors with her sleeve.

She dressed very ploinly, like ony ordinory grondmo on the street with her grondchildren.

So, when she sow Trenton's injuries ond cried in distress, it wos o truly touching scene thot would move onyone.

"It's just o smoll injury." Trenton held the bowl ond helped her to sit down.

His ottitude wos normol. But the others thought thot he wos treoting her with greot respect.

"Don't blome them for telling me obout this. I know you've been sod ond upset every yeor since thot incident. Modeline olwoys likes to oppose you. Two yeors ogo, she olmost shot you to deoth. Lost yeor, she tied explosives to herself ond wonted to die with you. This yeor, she hos injured you like this ogoin. Go ond tell her to come to me if she hos ony grievonces. Don't let her toke odvontoge of your kindness to bully you!" Therefore, the castle's maids both wanted and feared being beaten by Trenton. They wanted to be beaten to earn money but feared death. They had money to spend but no life to enjoy.

"Trenton, please continue." Another person picked up the whip and respectfully held it over their head.

Unfortunately, Trenton's moods were unpredictable, and he kicked the person away.

"Do you all dare to come and teach me?" Trenton sat back on the sofa, his gaze sweeping over those who avoided eye contact.

The person who had been kicked out earlier did not even have a chance to explain before he was dragged away with his mouth covered.

"We don't dare. We don't dare!" The maids all answered repeatedly. If it were not for Trenton's order not to let them kneel, they would probably be kneeling on the ground.

When everyone thought they would be beaten again without any reward, a woman in her fifties walked in.

Everyone was happy when they saw her.

She walked up to Trenton, stepped over the threshold that the maids were too afraid to cross, and handed him a bowl of chicken soup, saying, "Sir, have some supplement. You've lost so much blood. You need to replenish your body."

Trenton's anger decreased, and he waved his hand to dismiss the maids.

The maids gratefully glanced at the woman next to Trenton and hurriedly left.

"Didn't I tell you that you don't have to do these things yourself?" Trenton frowned at the burns on her hand.

Memories of certain scenes began appearing in his mind, but he forcibly suppressed them.

"What else can I do for you when you're injured like this besides making you some supplement?" The woman wiped away her tears with her sleeve.

She dressed very plainly, like any ordinary grandma on the street with her grandchildren.

So, when she saw Trenton's injuries and cried in distress, it was a truly touching scene that would move anyone.

"It's just a small injury." Trenton held the bowl and helped her to sit down.

His attitude was normal. But the others thought that he was treating her with great respect.

"Don't blame them for telling me about this. I know you've been sad and upset every year since that incident. Madeline always likes to oppose you. Two years ago, she almost shot you to death. Last year, she tied explosives to herself and wanted to die with you. This year, she has injured you like this again. Go and tell her to come to me if she has any grievances. Don't let her take advantage of your kindness to bully you!"

The woman spoke righteously, filled with anger.

Trenton stared at her for a while, and his gaze became colder and colder. He used to think of Madeline as a mouse only provoked by cats, occasionally showing its claws to resist but running away before he could even do something.

He did not want to kill her, only to tease her.

But now, upon closer reflection, she had always wanted to kill him.

"I know you still care about your relationship and never thought of taking revenge on her, but she is determined to avenge her master. You must not be careless!" The woman held onto Trenton's hand and earnestly cautioned him.

The concern in her eyes and the worry in her words were as genuine as a loving mother to her son.

"I know," Trenton said absent-mindedly.

A hint of unwillingness flashed in the woman's eyes. She intentionally lowered her voice and leaned close to Trenton, saying, "Don't blame me for meddling. I'm afraid you will suffer at the hands of Madeline. That's why I sent someone to investigate her situation in Imperia."

Trenton was shocked, waiting for her to continue.

"She has reconciled with Mr. Quincy, and they are living together and planning to have another child. Mr. Quincy is capable, and I'm afraid he will come after you to vent his anger for Madeline."

"Him?" Trenton did not believe it, but he was pondering on the words "living together."

"Prevention is always better than cure. Instead of waiting for him to become stronger and come to cause trouble for you, it's better to nip it in the bud." The woman finally left satisfied.

After she left, Trenton summoned his trusted confidant, Cameron.

"Trenton, it was Noah who caused trouble with the fleet. Should we..." Cameron had followed Trenton for so long, and this was the first time he had suffered a loss because of others. He naturally could not bear it.

"Get ready. We're going back to the country in two months." Trenton interrupted Cameron and then made a decision that shocked him.