Chapter 1282

Anger rose from the heart, and evil went to the gut. Felicia's eyes turned red in indignation. She pulled out a sharp pair of scissors from under the pillow and steadily advanced toward Timothy. Timothy was still in a deep slumber, but he was abruptly awakened by a sharp pain in his abdomen. Before he could react, waves of pain shot through every part of his body. Timothy bolted upright, his gaze meeting Felicia's expressionless face... "You..." Timothy could not string together a sentence before he saw Felicia staring at him. Her voice was eerily calm. "The last man that tried to humiliate me met his end tumbling off a cliff into a prison, where I watched him be fed to sharks." "You deserve a similar fate!" As she left those words behind, Felicia rolled out of bed to clean up the mess. As for the bleeding Timothy, she did not spare him a single glance. Help... Help... Timothy was in so much pain that his face was distorted. Blood was gushing out from his wounds at an alarming rate. He