CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 39 Desperate Banging

Chapter 39 Desperate Banging

Lilian pounded for a long time and finally slid weakly down on the floor. The small, narrow utility room was pitch dark.

It was so quiet as if the air was still.

The overwhelming darkness enveloped her like countless cobwebs entangling her, making it hard for her to breathe.

She squatted on the cold floor, hugging her knees tightly. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

The only sound in the room was her breathing and heart beating.

Francis asked her to reflect, but she didn't know what to reflect on. Should she reflect on her waiting for five hours in the restaurant or on taking Fabiana home?

She didn't know what she had done wrong.

Lilian rummaged in her pocket and took out her phone. It was dead and couldn't be turned on.

She curled up behind the door, her eyes shut and her ears covered, imagining she was in her bedroom at night.

Back then, Ruby, Francis's younger sister, had also locked her in a utility room like this, and she had stayed there for a day and night. There were occasional mice and bugs crawling over her body. For her, a six-year-old, those things were undoubtedly the most terrifying.

The most tragic thing was that she couldn't make a sound to vent her fear. She could only desperately scratch or bang on the door. With her scratching, her fingers bled, but no one came to

save her.

In the end, Francis opened the door and took her out.

This was the first time Francis had hugged her. The hug was still vivid in her memory, and she could still remember its warmth.

The smell of sunshine with a hint of mint. That was his scent.

Now he had personally thrown her into this abyss, bringing her back to the starting point.

His image appeared in her mind. On it, there was a crack.

Lilian remembered everything that had happened to her. Her heart seemed to be held by an invisible hand, and those bugs burrowed into it, gnawing at her memories. She gasped for air.

She grabbed her collar, panting heavily. Her heart was beating faster, and she felt it harder to breathe.

She knelt on the floor, hitting the door with the last hope. In the end, her movements even slowed down.

But Francis had already left by then. He couldn't hear her asking for help from inside the room.

He was on his way to his company when his phone rang. It was Courtney calling him. After a glance, he tossed the phone onto the passenger seat.

Courtney kept calling for a long time, but he didn't answer her call. She frowned, knowing that he wouldn't answer her call.

So she started banging on the door again in the room. "Juan! Juan!"

Her voice was so loud that Juan, the housekeeper, rushed upstairs and asked respectfully at the door, "What can I do for you, Miss?"

"Where's my brother? Ask him to come here. I need to talk to him!"

"Young Master Lester hasn't come back yet. Miss, don't waste your energy. Even if he comes, he won't let you out."

Courtney was infuriated by his response. She shouted at the door, "You better call him right now and ask him to come home, or I'll jump off the third floor!"

Juan was shocked. Miss Courtney was willful. She might actually do something like that.

So he could only appease her and then go call Lester.

Lester was in a meeting with a client. Receiving Juan's call, he pinched the spot between his eyebrows in annoyance and got up, going out of the meeting room to call Courtney.

"Can't you stay at home peacefully for a few days, Courtney? It's Dad's order to lock you up. I can't do anything about it."