Chapter 20
Back then, when Lila was brought to the Atlantic facility, her lower body was still in that sewn state.
The Atlantic facility had resident doctors, but Lila’s injuries were too severe for them to handle. The facility commander had to urgently contact the military, who sent their best surgeons to treat Lila.
The military doctors gasped in horror when they saw Lila’s mutilated lower body.
Even now, more than three months later, Lila’s injuries hadn’t fully healed.
How could she possibly forgive Callan?
Although Callan hadn’t known the truth that night, he had become her eternal nightmare.
Now when she looked at him, she remembered everything that had happened that night, and her body would tremble uncontrollably.
They had no chance of reconciliation!
Callan clearly understood that the damage he’d inflicted on Lila was too deep and severe. Breaking his five fingers
wouldn’t be enough–even if every bone in his body was shattered, Lila couldn’t forgive him.
“Lila, please don’t be like this. Give me one more chance,” Callan pleaded in agony. “I know that to be truly fair, I
should take that hammer and smash my own lower body to pieces too.”
“But I can’t become some castrated shell of a man. I love you–I still want us to have a beautiful, fulfilling life
together.”
“Lila, how about this? Every night, I’ll order my men to whip me ninety–nine times with a barbed whip. Before the whipping, I’ll inject myself with the same drugs that amplify sensation.”
“If that’s not enough, you can whip me yourself, or beat me with an iron rod. Whatever helps you feel better, I’ll accept it.”
But Lila just coldly turned her face away: “I have no interest in torturing you. I only want to leave you forever!”
Her resolute tone deeply wounded Callan’s heart, but even while wounded, he still wanted to hold Lila tightly, unwilling to let go.
“Lila, I know you’re angry. It’s okay to be upset now–I understand. I’ll earn your forgiveness gradually,” Callan deluded himself with a smile.
For the entire next month, Callan truly kept his word. Every night, he ordered his men to whip him mercilessly with barbed whips until he was covered in blood, his body torn to shreds.
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Chapter 20
Zara, still in the basement, received the same treatment. Every day she endured ninety–nine lashes alongside
Callan, after which the Thorne family doctors would immediately treat her wounds, healing her just enough to keep her alive–unable to live properly, unable to die.
Yet no matter how Callan punished himself or how many times he was whipped, Lila remained completely unmoved.
At first, Lila would still exchange a word or two with Callan, though they were all cold mockery. But after the first day, Lila stopped speaking to Callan altogether.
No matter how Callan repented or apologized, Lila maintained an icy expression, never responding.
“Lila, please, don’t do this to me,” Callan was nearly at his breaking point. “Say something to me, anything. Even if you just curse at me…”
Facing Callan’s desperate pleas, Lila coldly replied with only three words: “Let me go.”
“Impossible, Lila. Unless I’m dead, I will never let you leave me,” Callan responded without hesitation.
So Lila turned away again, falling silent.
She actively blocked out everything around her–not looking, not listening, not thinking–pretending Callan didn’t exist. Whatever Callan said or did, she didn’t care or pay attention.
Callan tried desperately to please Lila. He bought her the world’s most precious jewels, personally cooked her favorite foods, took her traveling to beautiful places… but no matter what he did, Lila remained silent, not even giving Callan a glance.
She seemed to have transformed overnight into a lifeless doll–she wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t laugh, wouldn’t speak.
As time passed, Callan often felt that though Lila was physically beside him, he could never truly reach her.
