Chapter 41. Before losing consciousness, Titus Zane heard the sound of something breaking.

Chapter 41: 41. Before losing consciousness, Titus Zane heard the sound of something breaking.Without any warning, he barged in, ignoring the fact that she had just had an abortion two weeks ago.

Although her body had cleaned up, such unrestrained sexual activity would cause her long-term illness.

"Nathan Moore, I haven’t even recovered!"

Titus Zane knew well about Nathan Moore’s hatred towards her, but she didn’t expect it to be so destructive.

Nathan Moore did not care at all, like a powerful intruder into enemy territory, using his spear to knock down the opponent over and over again, unable to fight back, only able to endure in silence.

The warmth-less taking, always intensely painful, and even more so when it is a deliberate act of revenge.

Titus Zane bit her lower lip until it bled, which was less painful than the pain elsewhere.

He was inherently large, and with his destructive attacks, Titus gradually found it harder to endure, continuously pushing the man on her, crying and pleading, "Nathan Moore, be gentler, please be gentler..."

"Be gentler?" Nathan Moore’s thin lips curled into a bloodthirsty arc, "When you pushed Olivia Zane down the stairs, did you ever think about being gentler, hmm?"

"I didn’t, I didn’t, ah..." A scream echoed through the entire villa.

Olivia Zane leaned at the bedside, her gaze fixated forward, lips curled into a sinister smile, so different from the innocent woman she showed to outsiders.

Thinking of Titus Zane being tormented by Nathan Moore filled her with an excited rush of blood.

A redundant woman, not only taking the place of Miss Zane Family, disliked by the father and yet living so freely.

Why! Why should she steal everything that should belong to her!

What was hateful! Even with a heart full of hatred, she had to keep her by her side.

Listening to Titus Zane’s desperate pleas from outside the door, Olivia felt bursts of satisfaction; death was too easy, letting her suffer was a relief for her heart’s hatred.

As Titus Zane’s pleading continued intermittently, the sound seemed to remind her that her man was intimately involved with the woman she hated the most...

Olivia unconsciously clenched her hands at her chest.

Every plea from Titus was like a whip lashing on her, painfully choking her breath away.

Olivia placed one hand over her heart, tightly clutching the fabric of her pajamas.

Her heart ached severely, as if being mercilessly squeezed, relentlessly twisted and pinched, an excruciating pain.

"Jie Ya!" Olivia painedly called out, her heart’s spasms making it hard for her to speak loudly, the medicine was in the bedside drawer, but she had no strength in her body, moreover, her damaged spine made movement difficult.

"Nathan Moore, stop, please stop..." Titus Zane’s pleading had turned into crying, her hands captured above her head by Nathan Moore’s large palm.

Nathan Moore did not slow down because of her pleading, on the contrary, he became even more ruthless.

In his ears, Olivia’s complaining looped endlessly, ...Olivia, you are a disabled liability...

"Titus! Zane!"

Nathan Moore’s dark face tensed with bite marks, his teeth-grinding voice cursed repeatedly overhead.

If possible, he wished to dismember this malicious woman and feed her to the wild beasts.

This wicked woman, this evil woman, had maliciously pushed her own younger sister down the stairs...

Hatred blinded his reason, Nathan Moore’s dark eyes were a bloody red.

His large hand grasped one of Titus Zane’s long legs, raising it upwards without hesitation.

"Ah...no..."

Titus Zane screamed; she had never practiced dance or yoga, and definitely not the trendy splits. Although her legs were long, their flexibility was limited.

Ignoring her cries, Nathan Moore forcibly continued, and right before her consciousness blurred, Titus Zane clearly heard the sound of something breaking.