Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 296 - 295: May Your Son’s Chrysanthemum Never Bloom

The water rose past her neck, gradually submerging her mouth and nose.

South Grant held her breath, but the time she could hold it was limited.

The water continued to rise, and South Grant choked on it. Just as she felt she might die there, the water level slowly receded.

South Grant coughed, the sensation of choking on water was far from pleasant.

She shouted at the door:

"You sick bastard, if you have the guts, let me out, let’s have a direct confrontation. What kind of gentleman attacks from behind?"

As soon as South Grant finished cursing, she saw that the receded water level began to rise slowly again.

South Grant cursed in her heart, damn, this person was deliberately torturing her. The timing was just right—when she had just choked, the water level went down, and just when she caught her breath, it rose again. This was meant to kill her.

South Grant wanted to curse but couldn’t, she could only hold her breath and fight against the water that was creeping up.

No one knew how long it lasted; it wasn’t until South Grant was exhaling more than inhaling that the sadistic water levels finally stopped.

By then, she was trembling all over, the bone-chilling water and the rise and fall of it had nearly taken half her life.

"Does it feel good?"

An eerie voice came, though it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female, as it was processed through a voice modulator, giving it a mechanical tone.

"You... sick... bastard... waiting for me... to get out..."

South Grant wanted to curse him to death, but she didn’t have the strength.

"If your brother Seth Grant went through the same experience, do you think he could endure it?" the voice continued.

Hearing this voice, South Grant’s heart sank heavily.

"What do you want!" South Grant snarled through gritted teeth, using every ounce of her strength to speak!

"Tell Nathan Foster that your intentions with him are not pure, and that you never genuinely wanted to stay by his side. Furthermore, you must promise to leave him from now on, or what you just experienced is what your brother will face."

South Grant’s hands were chained, yet her fists clenched tightly.

She wanted to break those chains, but how could flesh and bone compete with steel links?

South Grant couldn’t break free.

Perhaps the person outside realized that South Grant disagreed with what was said, so they began the same torturous rise and fall of water again.

Seeing the water level rising again, South Grant thought to herself that a wise person doesn’t suffer a current loss, better to agree for now.

"Fine, I agree, just let me out now."

That person seemed to know South Grant’s nature, and her words were entirely not credible.

Realizing she agreed so quickly was just her way of brushing him off.

"Take some time here to think, consider whether your brother or Nathan Foster is more important."

After speaking, there was no more sound, and South Grant shouted at the wall where the voice came from:

"You sick bastard, come back, isn’t my agreement enough for you? Come back..."

"You could at least switch to hot water, this icy water, are you trying to freeze me to death?"

"Doing such despicable things, aren’t you afraid your future children will never blossom?"

"...Come back, I’ve really thought it over, my brother is more important, whatever you want me to tell Nathan, I’ll say it..."

South Grant’s voice gradually weakened, the icy water making her consciousness begin to blur.

South Grant drifted, as if in a dream, where she heard Nathan Foster’s voice.