Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson)

Chapter 807

In the countryside, Sheila woke up with a splitting headache.

While unconscious, she had a long dream where Albert was still able-bodied and back to when he was young.

He let her ride on his shoulders, taking her to an amusement park, proudly telling everyone she was his youngest and most beloved daughter.

They had a great time, laughter and joy filling her dream.

However...

As her vision gradually cleared, what greeted her eyes were the beams of the simple country cabin illuminated by a dim lamp. No Albert, no amusement park, just the endless torment of the future.

Her beautiful dream shattered, and she was fully awake now.

Albert would never wake up again, and she was the one who instigated Lauren to push him down.

Even if he were to survive the ordeal, he would never agree to reveal her identity.

It was all just a dream.

Aself—deprecating smile appeared on her face.

Margaret sat beside her, leisurely crossing her legs, munching on a snack.

“You're finally awake? You're lucky the doctor was here. But your constitution is too weak, and you couldn’t even make it through a day. You have years and years of suffering ahead of you. Have fun!”

Margaret sighed repeatedly, her expression grimi.

Sheila tried to speak, but her throat was too hoarse. She noticed her whole body was bandaged from her injuries, and she still had an IV drip in her hand.

She felt a glimmer of hope.

Did Sheena arrange for her treatment out of kindness? Was she going to spare her?

Margaret saw the joy on her face, but her next words shattered Sheila’s delusion, plunging her back into despair.

“Now that you’re awake, get up quickly. You've been sleeping all day, and it’s already evening. It’s time to kneel in the yard!” Even though she had just woken up and had lost her voice, she still had to recite those scriptures?

As Margaret prepared to leave the room, Sheila lunged forward, grabbing her hand, then gestured to

her own throat.

Margaret quickly understood her meaning and bluntly said, “Ms. Lawson said that even if you lose your voice, your hands can still work. You'll copy it while kneeling.”

Sheila was taken aback.

Copy it?

The entire scroll of religious scriptures?

Even if she worked as fast as she could, there was no way she could finish it in one night! Seeing her shocked and angry expression, Margaret was a bit annoyed.

“Hurry up! Stop dilly—dallying!”

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If this went on, her body would be unable to handle it.

She would be worn out!

Sheila lowered her eyes, pondering quietly.

Margaret walked out the door and glanced back, only to find Sheila still lingering in bed, which infuriated her completely. She stormed forward, grabbed Sheila’s slender wrist, decisively removed her IV drip, and ruthlessly pulled her off the bed. t

Sheila’s knees hit the ground, pain shooting through her, but she could not even cry out.

Margaret saw her expression but was unfazed.

“Sheila, you can’t even handle this little suffering? When you tried to kill Ms. Lawson before, did you really think you could get away from it? All this suffering is the consequence of your past sins! It’s the punishment you deserve! What makes you think you can resist it?”

Sheila listened quietly, soon ceasing to struggle, allowing Margaret to lead her out of the room and into the yard.

Under Paul’s supervision, she began copying from the first sentence.