Third Year in the Psychiatric Hospital - Chapter 610

Chapter 610 Chapter 611 Checkmate. Chapter 611 Checkmate What surprised Peggy was that her words-so deliberately vicious, so calculated to wound-didn't provok- any reaction at all from Owen. She frowned in confusion, glancing up at him. "You think just because Timothy raped me, we can't get a divorce? I mean, without that 'proof, who's gonna believe I made a false report against you-" Before she could finish her sentence, she froze in horror. Owen had reached up to the lamp and retrieved a small device. She recognized it instantly. A hidden camera.

He transferred the footage to his phone, watching the recorded video with an eerie calm before murmuring, "You married me hoping to climb higher, right? Well then, tell me-once this footage gets out, what kind of elite family would still give you a second look?" He turned the screen toward her. Peggy's face went white as a sheet. The old man's face, her own-every revolting detail was crystal clear. Nothing had been missed. It was the kind of clip that would get classified under "disturbing fetish" if posted online-repulsive to even glance at.

Owen said flatly, "Your rich-wife fantasy ends with me." Peggy couldn't speak. Her body, her dignity-It was all gone. But it was this-this blackmail-that chilled her to the bone. 2 He had her. Completely. Owen lifted his gaze. "So... still thinking about calling the cops?" With Peggy's arrogance doused like a bucket of cold water, Owen no longer saw any reason to treat her seriously. He left her room and headed for Timothy's. Through the door-barely ajar-Timothy could be seen passed out cold on the bed, belt still undone.

Owen walked in, completely unconcerned that he might wake up mid-act and lash ou He grabbed the unconscious man by the ankles and dragged him right off the bed like a dead pig. Even when Timothy hit the ground with a loud thud, he didn't stir. Owen kept dragging him, step by step, down the stairs. 111 O 4004 Chapter 611 Checkmate Peggy, still cuffed to the bed, could hear strange scraping sounds, but couldn't see a thing. She couldn't accuse Owen of anything without proof. Ten minutes later, Timothy was locked inside a dog cage in the Saunders family's basement-still dead asleep.

Owen stared down at him with absolute coldness, then pulled out his phone and called Lily, "Mom, you can come home now." Everything that followed was recounted to Yunice by the biker guy. Just hearing it made Yunice's skin crawl. When he finally finished, her voice was slightly shaky. "Medical students... really are high-risk for turning into criminals." The biker asked, "So... did Timothy die?" Otherwise, why wasn't he moving? "No, he's not dead," Yunice replied. "If he were, Owen wouldn't have bothered locking him in a cage.