Chapter 231 Rather, Let's Perish Together!

"Stinking wench! Ugly freak! You dare to play this life-and-death game with me! Watch how I teach you a lesson!"

Although Andrew was not a thing, his skills were quite good. He rushed to the window like a gust of wind and pulled Corona down from the windowsill in one fell swoop.

Corona had already sprained her ankle, and with this fall, the pain in her ankle was so severe that she couldn't even stand up.

She didn't even have the chance to stand up. After she fell to the ground, Andrew ruthlessly kicked her directly in the chest.

"Damn woman, I haven't even touched you and you're already seeking death! If you make me unhappy, I won't let you be happy either!"

Saying this, he grabbed Corona's long hair and dragged her into the bedroom.

"Andrew, let me go!" Corona struggled hard to break free from Andrew's grip, but the difference in strength between men and women was just too great, she couldn't get away from him.

Her struggle did not improve her situation, but instead made Andrew, who was already severely psychologically distorted, even more angry.

He raised his hand, and slapped her hard across the face, making her scarred little face look even more pitiful and terrifying.

"Stinking bitch, do you still think you're the lady of the Burke family?! Let me tell you, you're nothing but a disgusting freak now!"

"I used to touch you, and you wouldn't let me. I'm telling you, I don't even care to touch an ugly monster like you now! I touched you tonight, it was to give you face, don't be shameless!"

"Andrew, even if I'm a hideous monster, I'm still better than you, a psychologically deformed devil!" Corona knew, she couldn't escape tonight.

She was destined not to be happy, but she would definitely not let Andrew be happy either!

"What?! Who did you say is mentally deformed?! Who did you say is a devil?!"

Andrew's face was contorted with rage, he glared at Corona menacingly, "Say that again if you dare, you bitch!"

"Andrew, no matter how many times you make me say it, you are a psychologically twisted devil in my heart! No woman would ever look up to you, you can only satisfy your perverted mind by tormenting women, I truly feel sorry for you!"

"Slap!" Another harsh slap was fiercely thrown on Corona's little face. Andrew's face was tinged with a morbid bloodlust. He stared at her intently, looking as if he wished he could tear her apart alive.

Corona fearlessly met Andrew's crimson eyes. When she was first brought here, she was somewhat scared, but after making a desperate resolution, she suddenly wasn't afraid of anything.

Just, she had regrets in her heart.

Regrettably, I couldn't bring my grandmother home, to let her return to her roots.

Regrettably, I didn't get to say goodbye to Penelope.

Regretted not being able to take another look at Ethan.

Regrettably, I didn't properly thank Wilton.

Oh, Wilton...

The reticent man who silently stood by her side during her most desperate and helpless times, she thought, if she could survive today, she would take the initiative to hug him.

She would, no longer feel inferior because of the scars on her face, no longer hesitate because of their different backgrounds. She would step into the sunlight, earnestly get to know this man, try to accept him, give him, and also give herself another chance.

However, she couldn't make it through the night that had fallen into Andrew's hands.

Biting her lip hard, Corona mustered all her strength. She raised her hand and fiercely slapped Andrew across the face.

The palm of my hand throbbed with pain, but the feeling of beating my enemy was exhilarating!

Andrew was completely stunned by the slap from Corona. He never imagined that a woman would dare to lay a hand on him.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, there was a towering rage. He rudely grabbed Corona's shoulder and repeatedly slammed her against the wall of the bed.

Corona was dazed from the fall, but her consciousness was terrifyingly clear.

When Andrew threw her out again, she gritted her teeth, jumped off the bed, grabbed a stool from the side, and fiercely smashed it onto him.

Tonight, she died alone, too lonely. It would have been better to die with Andrew!

Catching sight of a gleaming golden vase on the room's cabinet, Corona abruptly grabbed it and without any hesitation, hurled it at Andrew's head.

Just having been hit by a chair, Andrew hadn't yet recovered when he was hit by a vase this time. Moreover, he was bleeding. He was instantly filled with rage and embarrassment.

He didn't care about the wound on his head, and like a mad dog, he pounced on Corona who was trying to rush out of the bedroom.

"Damn woman, I was going to kill you right then!"

"Bang!"

Andrew forcefully threw Corona onto the ground, her back landing precisely on a pile of broken vase shards. The intense pain, coursing through her back, instantly engulfed her entire body. She was in so much pain that she couldn't even scream.

Seeing a large pool of blood under Corona, the ferocity on Andrew's face slightly diminished.

He quickly tore off his clothes, wickedly smirking at Corona who was collapsed on the ground like a corpse. "You damn woman, you refused to drink when offered, now you'll have to drink as punishment. Tonight, you'll taste what I'm capable of!"

"Get out! Andrew, you get out!"

Corona's voice trembled with pain, she knew what Andrew wanted to do to her next. His touch alone made her nauseous, if he really had his way, she would rather die. The filth on her could never be washed away.

Corona didn't know where she got the strength from. When Andrew pressed down on her body, she bent her leg and fiercely attacked his most vulnerable spot.

Andrew's face contorted in pain so intensely that it seemed to change shape. He glared at Corona, wanting to utter a threatening remark, but the pain was too intense. For a moment, he couldn't find his voice.

After calming down for quite a while, Andrew finally found his voice again.

He gritted his teeth with determination, "You damn woman, you're simply asking for death!"

Saying this, he directly lifted Corona from the ground, disregarding the blood all over her, and harshly threw her onto the bed.

Just now, when Corona hit him, she really used all her strength. Now, she is lying weakly on the bed, unable to muster any strength at all.

She didn't know if it was because she had lost too much blood, but her consciousness was somewhat blurry. Her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she couldn't lift them no matter how hard she tried.

She kept telling herself in her heart, she couldn't just fall asleep and never wake up. If so, she was destined to be ruined by Andrew.

But even if she remained sober, how could she possibly escape the fate of the devil's oppression!

Andrew had once again pressed himself against her.

In his crimson eyes, filled with the triumph of a conqueror, he sneered, "You think you're so tough, don't you, woman?! Now I'm going to take you, and once you're mine, we'll see if you can still act so tough!"

"What school beauty, what young lady, in the end, weren't they all under me, Andrew, calling me grandpa!"