Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 2052: The Price 2

Chapter 2052: The Price 2

"Ugh..."

"Ugh! Ugh..."

The sound of punches and kicks echoed from the small grove, accompanied by the silent screams. Angel was beaten to the ground, receiving a relentless barrage of punches as if it were raining down on her.

Throughout the ordeal, the men did not exchange a single word. They simply contributed their fists and feet, striking with extreme force while avoiding vital areas. It was obvious they were professional enforcers.

"Ugh, ugh..."

Angel, trapped in a sack, curled up on the ground, instinctively protecting her face.

The pain, unbearable pain!

She couldn't cry out for help; her mouth was gagged with a large, foul-smelling cloth, damp and making her nauseous. The men showed no mercy, venting their rage on Spencer's behalf.

Each of them wore leather shoes, and the force of those kicks on a woman was excruciatingly painful, leaving her bruised all over.

Her hands covering her face were on the verge of being disabled by the kicks. It hurt! It was a tearing pain, and soon, Angel couldn't endure it and passed out from the pain.

The men continued to pummel her!

It was only when one of them noticed, "Wait, is she not moving?"

That they stopped. Someone pulled off the sack, revealing the unconscious, bruised woman. Her body was covered in injuries and her face was swollen.

Someone bent down, placed their fingers in front of her nose, and felt her breath.

"She's fine, just unconscious," someone said while taking out their phone to take pictures.

Meanwhile, in the apartment, Spencer sat on the couch. His deep, dark eyes were fixed on the phone screen, emitting a bloodthirsty aura.

Soon, the phone screen lit up, the sender having sent several pictures with the message: Spencer, it's done.

He enlarged the photos, looking at Angel as she lay beaten and unconscious, feeling not an ounce of pity and wishing he could kick her again.

It seemed like she had multiple fractures all over her body.

Spencer replied with a single word: Good.

It was around 8 p. m., after lying unconscious for several hours, that Angel slowly regained consciousness. She felt a chill on her body from the rain, which seeped into her wounds, causing excruciating tearing pain.

She was awakened by the pain while lying on the overgrown grass of the small grove.

The foul-smelling cloth was still in her mouth and her throat hurt, making it impossible to speak.

Her face was covered in mud, extremely dirty. Trying to remove the cloth from her mouth was difficult due to the difficulty in breathing, and while her mind was clear, her elbow lacked strength

despite her numerous attempts...

Her hand seemed broken.

The rain, pouring harder and harder, mercilessly pelted her body, awakening the dormant pain once more.

Through the small grove, she faintly saw the lights of the city. After several attempts, she finally summoned the strength to roll onto her back... Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Her other hand seemed less injured, but she had back and foot pain. Enduring the extreme pain, she slowly reached for the cloth in her mouth.

With great difficulty, she managed to pull it out, gasping for breath. The dirty water flowed into her stomach, making her nauseous, prompting her to vomit.

She turned to the side and vomited, suffering greatly...

She tried to call for help, but her voice was too weak, and no one nearby could hear her.

The rain intensified, drowning out all other sounds in the world.

After nearly fifty attempts, she finally struggled to stand up, enduring intense pain with each step. It felt as if her right foot was broken.

Dragging her body in a state of great distress, it seemed as if Angel was merely a shell of a person.

She walked a long and arduous half-hour for a distance of several meters, struggling to stand several times and falling heavily each time. But her will to survive was strong.