Still Loving You Nonetheless

Chapter 88

Meredith kicked and hit the intricately carved door and said frantically, "Open the door! Open the door! I want to go out!" She managed to open the door with difficulty, yet Josiah slammed it shut again with one move. "You want to leave." He sneered.

Meredith looked at him and nodded. "Yes, my daughter is waiting alone for me in the hospital. I want to go look after her. Can you open the door, please?"

She's just a bastard, it's nothing if she dies."

"I've already said it. Nia is not a bastard!" Meredith suddenly flared up. She kept hitting him with both hands. "Josiah, you listen up. Nia is not a bastard. She is kind, adorable, and smart. She is my precious sweetheart!" Meredith grabbed Josiah by the collar and yelled at him, "Josiah, you don't have to want her, but you can't insult her. If not, I will not let you go! Do you hear me?" Josiah lowered his head and looked at the hands grabbing his collars. He smiled. "Is that so? How do you plan to do that?"

"Like this!"

Slap! Meredith slapped his left cheek violently. Then, immediately slapped his right. "And also, like this!"

Josiah has been slapped twice. His expressions instantly darkened.

"Meredith. How dare you slap me?"

"Yes, I'm slapping you, you jerk!" She raised her hands and wanted to hit him again, but he grabbed her wrist.

He turned around and flung her to the sofa. Then, he approached her.

With a rip, he roughly tore her clothes apart. "I'll f*ck you right now!"

Meredith felt a coolness on her chest. She gained a little more sober. Her consciousness slowly came around.

Not only did Josiah bring her back to the mansion, but he even used this sort of method to humiliate her. Was he not afraid that Yena would be sad?

She knew that it was useless to struggle, so she hugged her arms around his neck and smiled sweetly. "Mister Josiah, do you like my body? Do you have any money?"

As long as there was money, she did not care what he did to her. She did not care one bit.

Josiah frowned and glared at her. "Meredith, what are you talking about? Are you asking me for money?"

"Yes, haven't you always mocked me saying I sell my body for money? That I use this way to pleasure you well." Josiah was completely disgusted by her. He had completely lost his desire for her. He threw her to the ground. "Meredith. In my eyes, you're not even worth three hundred dollars tonight!"

Meredith has been thrown to the ground by him a few times. She felt as if her head was about to split open, but she still got up with difficulty. She raised her head and looked at him. "If that's the case, you can throw me out. Why do you want me to dirty your house?"

Throw her out.

She still needed to go to the hospital to take care of Nia.

However, the more she wanted to leave, the more Josiah did not want to let her go. He gritted his teeth. "You pestered me to take you back home, now that you're here, you want to leave? Not that easy!" Then, he left her and walked toward the door of the bedroom.

"No! I can't stay here!" Meredith anxiously chased after him, but her head knocked on the closed door. Her body stiffened and she passed out on the floor.

The next day, Meredith was awoken by the torturing pain. She clutched her swollen forehead and got up with difficulty by supporting herself against the wall. She was stunned by her surroundings. She quickly scanned around and realized that the bedroom looked rather familiar, yet foreign to her at the same time. Was she at...the Shelbys?

She looked closely and finally recognized it. She was at the Shelbys. This was the room she lived in with Josiah when she got married. However, why did she wake up there? She closed her eyes and tried to think hard about the incidents that happened the night before. She remembered drinking a lot of alcohol, then accidentally passing out in the bathroom. She did not have any memories about how she arrived a the Shelbys.

The next memory she had was her slapping Josiah twice. Meredith quickly looked at her palm. Did she actually slap the devil twice? Also, Josiah did not kill her in rage? That did not seem like his character! Meredith had no heart to speculate what Josiah was thinking. She quickly picked up her phone and dialed Zya. The phone was soon picked up. "Zya, how is Nia?" Meredith asked eagerly. "Nia is great. She kept asking for her mother and grandmother," Zya asked concernedly," Merelyn, how are you? Did Mister Josiah agree to let Aunty Alayna go?" Meredith was instantly disappointed. She shook her head. "No." She initially wanted to properly plead to Josiah, but she got drunk. She even slapped him twice. That devil must be extremely furious. Meredith was worried that he not only would not let her mother go, but he would instead make things worse. Meredith took a deep breath and said, "Zya, please help me look after Nia a little while more. I'll repay this favor." "Don't worry. I won't ask for anything in return. I'll still take good care of Nia. It's only..." Zya said helplessly, "You continuing this way is not a solution. You need to quickly end things and deal with them so you can continue living." "I know." Meredith bit her lips and choked. She had always known that this was not the way to go, but she had no other choice. Offending Josiah was like one foot already in hell. At that moment, she had Ysabelle to deal with too. She truly did not know what she should do. Zya could not bear to hear Meredith crying. "Zya, although you need to solve problems, you have to find ways and ask politely, don't keep going up against Mister Josiah."