Crazy Woman

Lydia at the bedside kept retreating. Tim, holding a whip in his hand, sinisterly observed Lydia, who looked as prickly and aggressive as a hedgehog. He smirked and said, albeit falsely, "Of course, I'm going to bed." Lydia lashed out a kick at him, which he dodged. She tried again, indifferent to the pain in her twisted ankle, but Tim caught it. He then had her bound once more, disregarding her resistance. He moved her away from the bed and tied her to a chair. Tim lay comfortably on the bed, removed his glasses, and went to sleep. The chair scratched the floor restlessly under witch Lydia's uneasiness. Tim warned without opening his eyes, "If you keep moving, I'm going to break your leg." But if she was scared of this threat, she wouldn't be Lydia. The room was dimly lit, and Lydia glared at the comfortably sleeping Tim on the bed, her desire for revenge increasingly growing within her. Having hardly rested these days, it took Tim a while to put up with the annoying noise of the chair. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Lydia suddenly let out a piercing scream. Tim instantly opened his eyes, his heart skipping a beat from the abrupt scream. Upon regaining his senses, he thought Lydia was ill, but as he got up and looked, she seemed fine. "I need a drink." Her eyes clearly showed it was deliberate. Tim turned and lay down again, turning his back to her. Not half a minute after closing his eyes, he sat back up. To avoid a possible scream just as he was about to fall asleep again, Tim got up and brought her some water. He held the cup to her mouth. "I don't want it warm, I want a cold drink," she objected. But Tim would not indulge her. He forcefully held her cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth, and poured the water into her mouth. Half a cup of water managed to make it down her throat, with the other half all over her, choking her. Before she could catch her breath to curse at him, he had again grabbed her cheeks and stuffed a disinfected towel into her mouth. With a furious glare, Lydia looked back at him. Tim got back into bed while Lydia was adamant in engaging him in a battle of wits and patience. Even with a towel stuffed in her mouth, she managed to make all sorts of noises. She made noises persistently, along with the sound of moving the chair. It seemed like they were competing to see who would break first, and Tim somehow managed to keep his eyes closed and lie in bed for an hour. In the end, he admitted his defeat. He got up with utter annoyance and didn’t even feel a bit sleepy now. He looked at Lydia who seemed overly provocative having accomplished her mischief. He was taken aback by her energy, she had been prancing about for an hour and still didn’t show signs of slowing down. Tim thought to himself, it might be better to knock her out for some peace and quiet. Anticipating his next move, Lydia filled her eyes with warnings and threats. She continuously moved her chair backward in defiance. But she accidentally bumped her injured foot and tears rolled out of her eyes from the excruciating pain. She gasped for air. Tim stepped forward, forcefully removing the towel from her mouth. In an annoyed tone, he asked, "What exactly do you want?" Seeing that Lydia was frowning, bearing the pain with trembling shoulders, unable to speak for a while, Tim sighed helplessly. He crouched down and grabbed her foot to examine it - it was swollen like a white radish. "Let go of me! Who allowed you to touch me, you brute!" Lydia tried to kick him again. Tim chuckled at her words, "Brute? I didn't teach you this term. Do you even know what it means?" Tim reached for the medicinal liquor on the table, unscrewed the cap, poured a bit into his palm, rubbed his hands together, and began to apply it to her foot. “Hiss!” Lydia broke out in a cold sweat due to the pain. Suspecting that he was intentionally applying force, she gritted her teeth and threatened him fiercely, "Just you wait. If I catch you, I'll whip you into pulp!" Tim respnded, “Little lunatic, I could turn you into pulp right now.” As he spoke, his malevolent side resurfaced. With a slight pressure from his hand, he made Lydia cry out in pain. Seeing her crying face, Tim snorted coldly and mocked, “You're crying already?" With tears on her face, Lydia bit her teeth hard, refusing to let herself cry out loud, only glaring at him angrily. Tim's move led to a series of retaliations from Lydia. Not only did she keep him awake all night, but she also gave him various tasks the next day despite being tied up, such as feeding her. Even if he stuffed a towel in her mouth, she wouldn't stop. "Very well, keep a close watch on Lucas. Try to get those few places he wants," Tim, sitting comfortably on an old, narrow couch with his legs crossed, instructed his subordinate on the phone. His eyes behind the glasses held a sharp, dangerous glint. Upon hearing Tim utter Lucas's name, Lydia, seated on the chair, looked at him, but she couldn't comprehend what he was saying. Tim ended the call. Immediately, Lydia asked, "What are you planning to do to my Uncle Lucas? You have killed his son, but he didn't come after you for it, now you are the one seeking him out. Are you seeking death?" Tim chuckled, "Lucas is already plotting to seize power and kill your father, and yet you're still so concerned about him." "What do you mean?" While Tim was texting William to inquire about Valentina's situation these past few days, he took his sweet time explaining to her, "How do you think a family who are less than average citizens, the lowest of the low, got to know and contact me? I do not own a law firm here, nor do I have the audacity to believe that my reputation is already known worldwide. Furthermore, it's not like the contact number to my firm is like those cheap ads plastered all over the public restrooms." "What are you trying to say exactly? What does this have to do with my Uncle Lucas?” "Your bastard brother was manipulated by Lucas. He controls everything that is happening behind the scenes. He had someone whisper my contact information into the ears of the victimized family, and it was also he who helped establish contact with me." The very moment he received this case, Tim sensed something off about it, and not just him, his employees were also confused, "How did they manage to find our law firm? They even specifically asked for you, claiming that the other party is powerful and influential and only you can handle it.” Aware that something strange was afoot, Tim showed up. He didn’t come for any lawsuit but to settle the grudges with the Callahan Clan, so there was no need to trouble himself in the future. Lydia asked, "Since my uncle has lured you here, why hasn't he shown up and killed you?" Tim cursed, "What a foolish little lunatic, I've already told you that what he wants is your father’s life."