As a result, Sheffield felt very confused about his own body for some time. After all, he used to be a doctor. He was well aware of the changes inside his body—change in sleep, appetite, and blood circulation.

One day, Sheffield found that the Angelica Roots he had stored away were getting fewer and fewer in number, which made him suspicious.

Soon after, he caught his son red handed, secretly adding Angelica Root powder into his bowl of porridge. A misdeed, to which Godwin admitted full responsibility in the end.

Ever since, Sheffield couldn’t help dreading the idea of his son switching Angelica Root to Datura when he was older. What if Godwin decided to add poisonous herbs instead to his food in the future?

As such, he decided to stop his son from learning about traditional Chinese medicine in its entirety.

Godwin, however, was passionate about traditional Chinese medicine. When Sheffield forbade him from learning about Chinese medicine, he snitched on him to his grandfather. Needless to say, Sheffield would never dare to speak over Carlos, so he had no choice but to turn a blind eye to Godwin’s love for Chinese medicine.

Matthew couldn’t stay calm anymore that afternoon when he watched Erica lying still in a coma. He paced around the ward in an irritable mood before he decided to pay the attending doctor a visit.

The man frowned and coldly asked, “Didn’t you say that my wife would wake up today from her coma?”

The attending doctor wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said, “Mr. Huo, don’t worry. Mrs. Huo will be awake before tomorrow morning.”

Matthew cast a cold glance at the doctor, who was so frightened that he immediately shut his mouth.

The man warned him coldly, “If my wife doesn’t wake up before tomorrow morning, I’ll burn down this hospital!”

“Y-yes, Mr. Huo!” The doctor had no choice but to agree.

In the evening, Matthew, who had returned to Erica’s ward from his son’s ward, received a call from Owen. “Mr. Huo, she’s here!”

“Okay, I’m coming now.”

After hanging up the phone, Matthew walked to the bedside, kissed the forehead of the woman whose eyes were still closed, and softly whispered, “Rika, I’m going out for a while. When I come back, I want you out of bed, okay?”

The woman didn’t respond. Stifling his sympathy, Matthew turned around and strode out of the ward.

The group of bodyguards that stood outside the ward all stood

soon as Matthew dropped the wet tissue on the floor, he whipped Noreen again. In an instant, the whip was stained with blood again.

“Ahhh!” Noreen was starting to lose consciousness.

Owen shook his head helplessly. This woman had to be the dumbest woman in the world. In his ten years of serving Matthew, he had never seen his boss strike a woman so hard and with so much hatred.

Matthew’s actions were a reflection of how angry he really was.

It became very clear that Erica and the boys were everything to him.

Matthew’s hatred was so venomous, he couldn’t even look the woman in the eye. “I have many ways to make you yield. With every second of mine that you waste, I will double your suffering!”

Noreen was fully aware of her current situation. As she was Michel’s mistress, she definitely wouldn’t expect Matthew to let her go. In the end, she decided to place her last hope on Michel. “Mr. Huo, what do you want to know?”

Playfully throwing the whip in the air and catching it, Matthew said, “I’m giving you one chance at life. Tell me everything you know and don’t waste my time anymore!”

Michel, that cunning old fox, never gave Matthew an opening for him to attack from. The people Matthew had sent in the past to gather information about Michel’s crimes all came back empty handed.

The bloodied floor was proof of how hard Matthew had whipped her. Somehow stifling the pain, Noreen explained, “Michel… He took bribes and made false accounts. We are a couple…”

Crack! Matthew whipped her until her back was a bloody mass of open flesh in front of everyone else to witness.