Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 646 Violation of Rules

Kaliyah nodded solemnly. "I understand."

She picked up her bag and left, without looking back.

Daniel caressed Georgia's waist, and although a flicker of impatience flashed in her eyes, she didn't dare to resist.

"How come you still haven't learned to be obedient after being locked up for so long?"

Georgia didn't say anything, but she gripped tightly, letting out a pained grunt.

"Trash." Daniel said, disgusted as he pushed her away.

Irene was locked in the most crowded cell, having been brought in just the night before.

Last night, when she first walked in, no one knew just how scared she was.

The woman on the upper bunk glared at her. "Hey, newcomer! Go wash my clothes."

"Why should I help you with your laundry? Don't you know who I am? I am..."

Slap!

A resounding slap silenced her voice abruptly.

She covered her left cheek in disbelief; that woman had slapped her!

"How dare you hit me?" She raised her hand, ready to strike back.

Unfortunately, just as she raised her hand, before it could fall, the woman grabbed her wrist firmly.

It goes without saying how thick that woman's arm was; when she gripped Irene's hand, it felt like a pair of iron

handcuffs, firm and powerful.

"Let go of me! You let go of me!"

What is this rude woman doing to her? This is a prison! So many people are watching!

"I said, go wash my clothes for me," the woman emphasized once again, forcefully flinging her hand to the side.

Make her do the laundry? No way!

She had never even washed her own clothes, let alone washed any for Brady. Having never lifted a finger to do

chores since she was young, n.ove.lx.o why should she wash clothes for her?

Just as she hesitated, the woman raised her hand and slapped her across the face again.

This time, it was clear that the woman had used all her strength. The unbearable pain made her cheeks burn, and

she was thrown to the ground with great force.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at the woman, just about to call the prison guard. However, the woman grabbed

her hair directly, causing a painful pull on her scalp, and dragged her back forcefully.

"Let go of me! Once I get out of here, I won't let you off the hook!" n.ove.lx.o Irene yelled angrily, her voice

distorted by pain.

"Let me ask you one last time, are you going or not?"

Irene was about to say no, when she saw the woman looking down at her, as if she were staring at a pile of

garbage.

"You're already here, in prison. Do you understand the situation? n.ove.lx.o What kind of good cell do you think you,

a life-sentenced prisoner, can get? Everyone here has blood on their hands. Just behave yourself and you might

suffer a little less, you fool."

Irene looked around nervously, noticing that there were many other women in the prison cell. Some had faces as

pale as death, some appeared fierce and vicious, while others were so emaciated that they hardly looked human.

Tears filled her eyes as she nodded in pain, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

This is all Ainsley's doing!

She suddenly remembered what Ainsley had said when he visited her, "Would you be happier if I told you that

they’ve arranged a special place for you in prison?"

It seems that this woman was arranged by Ainsley, along with this prison cell being all set up.

No, she couldn't just sit and wait for death; she had to go out!

But now, she couldn't resist.

"Oh, come on!"

She suddenly exclaimed.

She spent the whole day washing numerous clothes, novëlxo mopping the floor, and was even asked to give the

elder prisonmate a shoulder and back massage.

It was only when mealtime arrived that she finally let out a sigh of relief.

After enduring the torment of the day, she felt aching in her waist and back, and her arms were sore.

The prison cafeteria reminded her of the scenes where the workers from her own factory would crowd together for

meals, and now, her situation was even worse than theirs.

The diced meat in the aluminum plate is scarce,novëlxo and these dishes focus only on filling one's stomach

without much attention to flavor.

Most of the dishes were almost all ones she didn’t eat.

Irene found a corner, away from the people in the cell, and looked at the food on the aluminum plate.

It was cabbage with extremely thin slices of pork.

With a look of disgust, she picked up her fork, but froze when she tried to grab some food.

What is this?

She stared at the plate, where white worms wriggled on the vegetable leaves. Although they were already dead,

their appearance was still quite disgusting.

How disgusting!

She covered her mouth, almost vomiting out her stomach.

Just as she was about to vomit, a foot kicked her chair, .xo causing her to instantly fall to the ground before

she could even react.

Just as she tried to see who hit her, a black cloth suddenly flew over and covered her face.

What is that? What's covering her!

A muffled sound brought intense pain. When she thought it was painful, countless fists and stealthy fingertips

pinching and twisting her soon followed.

A group of people gathered around her, .xo punching and kicking with viciousness in their eyes.

At last, a dinner plate came flying from a distance and hit Irene right on the head.

The woman wrapped in black cloth stumbled and fell to the ground, causing the crowd to disperse.

In the medical office, Irene woke up feeling pain all over her body, especially a huge swelling on her forehead.

When she woke up and saw the man, she knew right away that he was a doctor.

Seeing her a bit on guard, the doctor reassured her, "Relax, this is the prison's infirmary."

Irene let her guard down. "I fainted?"

"While you were eating, you accidentally got hit by a plate and passed out, but you didn't have any serious issues."

She nodded in agreement, fully aware that those people would definitely not tell the truth.

She couldn't forget the feeling of having a piece of black cloth covering her eyes, unable to see anything.

She turned left and left and wanted to pull down the black cloth, xo but it was tightly bound.

This was no accident, and everyone knew it wasn't an accident.

But clearly, the doctor said it was an accident, and she had no choice but to admit it.

Everyone raised their fists towards her, and the pain made her feel desperate.

At that moment, she even felt as if she was going to die.

"Um, Doctor, may I borrow your phone to make a call?" she asked nervously, slowly getting out of bed.

The doctor found himself in a dilemma. He looked towards the door, but there were no police officers in sight.

However, lending a cell phone to a prisoner is against the rules, xo and he hesitated, not wanting to take that

risk.

Irene approached him and found a stool to sit on in front of the doctor.

As she lifted her head, tears glistened in her eyes. "Doctor, please help me. If I don't get in touch with my family, I'll

be beaten to death. I promise you, it's just one phone call, and it won't cause any trouble."

She gripped the doctor's arm, pleading with him as she swayed from side to side.

The doctor swallowed nervously and handed her the phone. "You can use it, but hurry up, or we'll both be in

trouble."

Irene hurriedly took the phone and grabbed his sleeve, pleading pitifully, "Doctor, can you help me watch the door?

If I get caught making a call, I'll be punished."

"Well..." The doctor hesitated, knowing that borrowing a cellphone was against the rules.

"Doctor, I will call my family to get me out of here as soon as possible. I promise to repay your kindness!"

The doctor nodded, immediately walked out the door, and closed it behind him.