An Eye For An Eye

Earlier, Peter was forced to watch a live broadcast where he witnessed Selina and Jason announcing their relationship at a grand party. Although the truth was shoved to his face, he refused to accept it.

Peter raised his head, looked straight into Rosanna's ruthless eyes and daringly spoke. "Mother-in-law. You must be Selina's mother! You two look like copies of each other."

During the time he was held captive in the cell, he overheard conversations between the guards. After connecting the conversations together, he came up with a conclusion. However, he still needed evidence to confirm his thoughts. Therefore, he patiently waited for the perfect moment to validate what he had in mind.

"Hubby, I am so glad Selina got a new pair of glasses. Her sight was so bad that she almost got scammed. Tsk, tsk, tsk. And this hooligan, what did you just call me? I dare you to repeat yourself." Rosanna picked up her teacup and took a sip from it.

"M-Mother-in-law, you haven't met me before. I am Selina's fiancé. We've been engaged for a while now. This is why she asked the doctor to heal my eyes. She must be too busy to explain things." Peter straightened his back when he introduced himself.

"Fiancé? Hah, with what confidence do you have to claim yourself as a somebody in general? My daughter is happily married to Jason. I only have one son-in-law, and that person is definitely not you. Forget your wishful dreams. Your mother-in-law is Katrina. If you want to greet her, I can send you there right away." Rosanna examined her crystal manicure, ignoring Peter's pleading expression.

"No! She must have been confused after jumping off the bridge! That guy is a scammer. He is using her! Mother-in-law, you must help me! I am the one Selina loves! I am the fiancé. Mother-in-law, you must understand that I am the victim here." Peter argued frustratingly.

"Since you don't understand my words, I'll teach you a valuable lesson. Guards, both cheeks." Rosanna tapped her crystal manicures against her tea cup.

"At your command, Madam Clover." Two guards walked up to Peter and pulled him to his feet. Before he could ask what they wanted to do to him, brutal slaps landed across his cheeks. Continuously, the guard's palm struck Peter's face. Blood leaked from his nose and lips, smudging all over his bruised skin.

"You can stop now." Rosanna calmly stirred the tea in her cup. Tilting the corner of her lips upwards, she took a second look at Peter, whose cheeks were thrice its original size. "Good. Now, you know what the cost is when you address me wrongly."

"M..Mother-in-law.." Peter's voice muffled as he repeated the way he addressed her.

"Seems like you don't need your ear after all. Even after listening to my words, you fail to process them. So, what is the use of having those accessories? Not like you look any better with them on the side of your head anyway." Rosanna snapped her fingers, signaling the guards to take action.

A sharp throb followed by a rush of warmth watering down his neck alerted Peter's attention. His eyes widened as a raw piece of flesh tapped on his shoulder and dropped down to his knees.

All he managed to process in the split seconds was how strong the hands on his shoulders weighed him down to a kneeling position. The rest that occurred were too sudden for him to comprehend immediately. His eyes enlarged as scarlet fluids dripped down his chin dying the ground dark red.

When he realized what had happened, he muttered. "My ear!!!!" The words that came out of his bruised mouth were barely understandable. Seconds later, he sensed a familiar gust of wind chopping down the other side of his face. Fear crept into his mind as he was about to lose his other ear. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping this nightmare would come to an end.

At the crucial moment, Eric interrupted the guard's movement. "Stop." The man who sat on Rosanna's right finally spoke. Peter didn't dare provoke the man as he sat quietly by Rosanna's side. Now that he has spoken and the guards retracted their hands from his word, Peter could guess who he was.

"That'll be way too easy on him if you just slice his ears out. We haven't gotten to the main interrogation yet, honey." Eric studied his wife's expression, searching for any signs of dissatisfaction. Fortunately, Rosanna reacted indifferently and continued playing with her manicure.

Eric slipped his hand out of his pocket, flicking out a pocket knife. Carelessly swinging the weapon in his hand, Eric began listing out things that Peter has done to Selina in the past.

"Mister Sin, you've misspoken quite a few times already. Now, let's start the interrogation. First of all, you called yourself Selina's fiancé, yet you've easily trusted an outsider's words. Then as her ex-fiancé, you were a failure. I'll gladly let this slide since you've received many slaps and lost an ear. We'll call that even." He walked around in circles as he continued speaking.

"Let's see...I've heard a lot about you. Without doing any investigation, you've accused my daughter of cheating Sin Corps out? Hah, you should've calculated the salary you offered her before speaking. If she wanted to cheat your company, she wouldn't need to maintain ninety percent of the relations with clients. The only reason why you aren't bankrupt already is because of her. How dare you stab her in the chest? For that, you'll have to return a stab. It's only fair."

Chills climbed down Peter's back like an ant invasion on his body. It felt awfully uncomfortable feeling Eric's fierce glare. Peter didn't dare lift his head to meet his gaze. Under Eric's disdainfully aloof gaze, Peter trembled, feeling the blood in his body clot from anxiety.

Mercilessly, Eric flung the dagger in lightning pace, ripped the thin fabric between Peter's legs and sterilized his balls. "Mnnnphhh!!!" Peter's muffled agony sounded the low temperature dungeon.

"And now, we evened it out. Let's continue, shall we?" Eric faced the bloody mess as if it was a puddle of water. He took a huge step past the blood on the floor and walked over to his wife.