Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling is Multifaceted!-Chapter 275: Born Inferior

The subordinate observed that Seraphina Redgrave did not scream, only the veins on her forehead were pulsating, seemingly without much unusual reaction. He assumed the drug’s dosage was insufficient, so he took another pill, without water, squeezed Seraphina’s jaw, and forced her to swallow.

Miles Harrington frowned at the subordinate’s action, but ultimately did not voice any objection. "Gradually, everyone came to believe that the people on Veridian Isle were merely the dregs discarded by society."

"Moreover, over the years, the tycoons have continuously sent their enemies to Veridian Isle after gouging out their eyes and poisoning them mute, perhaps out of spite, or perhaps to check other tycoons. I’m not sure if your collected evidence mentions this, but Sterling Group was among them, and Ryan Sterling carried out quite a few of these acts."

"..."

The pain was immense.

Wave after wave of agony crashed over her like ocean waves, and the pain was growing more intense.

Seraphina Redgrave was bound by chains, unable to move. Perhaps the pain was too intense, as she felt like she couldn’t breathe, like a fish out of water struggling in a barren land, making breathing a precious struggle.

Miles Harrington’s words intertwined with the buzzing in her ears, she felt like her mind was about to explode, in the next moment she might die.

"I understand the existence of Veridian Isle is indeed contrary to human ethics, akin to your legal concept of public order and good customs."

"However," Miles Harrington changed his tone, "compared to the whole of Z Country, it’s merely a small isle, truly insignificant, so small it can be overlooked."

"..."

Seraphina Redgrave’s fingers were still pressed into her flesh, the pain in her palm was nowhere near as severe as the pain in her body.

A voice echoed in her mind.

She must endure.

Must endure.

Outside, the comments about Veridian Isle were relentless, public opinion was overwhelmingly attacking The Presidential Palace; Miles Harrington couldn’t possibly remain with her forever. At most, a few more days.

The day after tomorrow, he must make the final decision.

Live or die, by then there will be an answer.

Seraphina Redgrave slowly lowered her head, Miles Harrington still thought she was on the verge of being unable to endure the pain, so he continued speaking: "Seraphina Redgrave, have you ever considered the foundation of Z Country? The lifeblood of our nation is in the hands of these tycoons. If you expose the secret of Veridian Isle, Z Country will suffer a fatal blow. Other countries are already eyeing us covetously, if these matters thrust us into chaos again, what will happen to the citizens? Can you bear to see them in such dire straits?"

"So that’s why Veridian Isle must remain as it is?"

Seraphina Redgrave suddenly raised her head, her face drenched in sweat, in a state of disarray.

Her breath was weak, yet she endured the intense pain to utter these words, astonishing others with her willpower.

Miles Harrington was very surprised; she was the first person to swallow two YJ520 pills and still speak a complete sentence.

To have such a person, it’s just a pity she’s from Veridian Isle.

After a long while, Miles Harrington finally spoke, "Sometimes, to make something better, you must sacrifice some things, like Veridian Isle."

"Rubbish!"

Seraphina Redgrave, agitated by his rhetoric, had bloodshot eyes and glared at him fiercely, looking horrific.

"Have you never considered this? Otherwise, you would have already submitted your evidence to the international committee. You’re from Z Country, you can’t possibly feel nothing for Z Country."

Miles Harrington was provoked by the fierceness in her eyes, furrowing his brow deeply, abruptly standing up and walking to Seraphina Redgrave, "It seems you’re truly uncompromising, stubborn like a mule. If that’s the case, then I’ll fulfill your wishes, kill you directly, bury this secret forever, discard some things meant to be discarded."

"..."

The pain shifted to her heart, countless needles pricked her heart, within that short moment, Seraphina Redgrave’s cheeks had sunken, the radiance she once possessed was gone.

Seraphina Redgrave took a while to recover.

Miles Harrington stood before her, spouting words of supposed righteousness, attempting to change her mind.

To protect the grand vision he spoke of, Veridian Isle and its people must be abandoned, she must cooperate with him and confess all plans.

Currently, Seraphina Redgrave felt as if a saw was cutting back and forth on her bones, with bone chips deeply embedded in her nerves, her muscles.

When will this torment ever end?

She loosened her fist, grasped the chain tightly, creating an enormous sound, and with her last ounce of strength tugged at the corners of her mouth, she asked Miles Harrington with a grin, "Why?"

The sound was hoarse and rough, like that of an old woman.

Miles Harrington froze, "I said so much, yet you still ask me why? Could it be..."

"The notion that everyone is born equal is a joke, how can you have the face to preach equality here? Are the people of Veridian Isle not human? Are they inherently inferior?"

As Seraphina Redgrave spoke, she nearly growled in a hushed voice. She had regrets, resentment, she refused to submit.

These words consumed so much of her energy; Seraphina Redgrave couldn’t hold back a metallic taste in her throat, she spat out a mouthful of black blood, staining her pale lips red.

The acute pain continued to roam her entire body, leaving her no respite.

"..."

Miles Harrington took a slight step back, looking at the girl before him, his heart turned tumultuous.

Her state was near death, yet within her eyes was a vibrant vigor; what exactly was sustaining her?

He was suddenly reminded of the tree Seraphina Redgrave had mentioned to him earlier, now he believed it, because the person before him was very much like that tree.

"The grand principles you speak of, I’m sorry, I cannot agree."

Seraphina Redgrave fixated on him, like a demon emerging from a battlefield, bloodthirsty and cruel.

"How dare you!"

The subordinates beside Miles Harrington didn’t expect Seraphina Redgrave to answer the President with such an attitude; they immediately became furious, picking up another pill to force her to swallow.

"Stop."

Miles Harrington promptly halted his subordinate, lowering his voice, "That’s enough for today, the rest, we’ll continue tomorrow."

"But Mr. President, this woman actually dares to speak, even dares to glare at you."

The subordinate was unwilling to let Seraphina Redgrave off the hook. Previous criminals, once they took a pill, writhed in agony, answering anything they were asked.

But what about her?

Not only did she not scream, but she also managed to speak so many words, she seemed completely unlike someone who had taken YJ520.

"No, moderation is key, don’t overdo it."

Miles Harrington looked at Seraphina Redgrave, his tone icy, "Seraphina Redgrave, I won’t torture you anymore today, but I hope you think carefully about what you should say the remaining time, otherwise tomorrow I’ll feed you five pills directly."

Having said that, Miles Harrington swept out dramatically.