When Lady Wilson overheard Christopher suggesting they sell either their furniture or their antiques, a wave of anger washed over her.


    “I can tolerate selling the furniture, but don’t you dare suggest selling my antiques!” she eximed, her voice filled with frustration. “Those antiques are the only remnants of your father that I have left, and they represent my retirement fund after he passed away!”


    Christopher quickly tried to reason with her, “Mom, our main priority should be to ensure we can livefortably and survive! Why hold onto the antiques? Are you nning to take them with you to join Dad when you pass?”


    “Stop talking nonsense!” Lady Wilson shot back, her anger intensifying. “What do you understand? The furniture in our home is already registered with the bank. When theye to seize the Wilson family vi, they will undoubtedly take the furniture with them. But the antiques? The bank knows nothing about those! They could be our lifeline once the bank ims our house!”


    At that moment, Christopher grasped his mother’s point. Selling the furniture now would be akin to covertly disposing of assets already mortgaged to the bank. This could potentially serve as a way to recover from their losses.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    However, if they were to sell the antiques and the bank discovered it, they would aggressively search for those hidden items. Thus, selling the antiques should only be ast resort.


    “You’re absolutely right, Mom. You’ve thought this through,” Christopher said, eager to show his understanding. “I’ll follow your advice.”


    Lady Wilson let out a cold snort. “If you had listened to me sooner and provided the money, we wouldn’t be in this predicament!”


    As thoughts of the Wilson family’s overwhelming debts and dire financial situation flooded her mind, Lady Wilson felt a surge of rage. She med it all on Christopher’s wife, Hannah.


    If it weren’t for that ungrateful Hannah who absconded with the money, the Wilson family wouldn’t be facing such despair!


    Lady Wilson had previously urged her son to withdraw eight million dors to help repay some of their foreign debts, allowing them to strategize their way out of trouble. But now, that n hadpletely copsed. They were out of cash, the money had vanished along with Hannah, and the bank was at their doorstep demanding payment! The Wilson family was in a truly desperate situation.


    Frustrated and furious, Lady Wilson stood up, mming her hands on the table as she cursed, “Hannah Queen, that wretch! How could I have missed her rebellious nature before? She’s just like ine! I should never have allowed her to marry into the Wilson family! This is the biggest regret of my life. I should have kicked her out when I had the chance and let her fend for herself!”


    As she vented her anger, Lady Wilson gritted her teeth and added, “That wretched woman must be feeling quite pleased with herself! With over two million dors in cash, she’s probably entertaining a gigolo! She must be living the high life!”


    What Lady Wilson didn’t realize was that Hannah was enduring a fate far worse than the Wilson family’s struggles.


    Every day, Hannah toiled in a dark coal mine,pletely deprived of sunlight. With heavy cast iron shackles weighing down her feet, she worked tirelessly for at least twelve hours daily, her hands and feet battered and bloodied.


    The boss at Mount ckpine, where Hannah was trapped, was notoriously cruel. He had assigned a harsh and abusive supervisor to oversee theborers sent by Don Albert to extract coal. If the workers failed to meet expectations, the supervisor would resort to whipping them.


    Hannah, once a woman who took pride in her appearance, still retained some charm despite being in her forties or fifties. When she first arrived at the coal mine, she looked down on the filthy supervisor and vowed to resist his advances. However, after enduring brutal beatings and hunger, she ultimately sumbed and agreed to be the supervisor’s lover in exchange for a reprieve from physical punishment.


    Even after bing the supervisor’s mistress, Hannah experienced ongoing mental and emotional torment, despite being spared from further physical abuse. Once a wealthy woman with tens of millions to her name, living in a luxurious vi, she now found herself in a grimy coal mine, forced to use her body to satisfy a lecherous supervisor, all while ensuring he was pleased with her performance. For someone like Hannah, this existence was the ultimate form of torture.<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong><fn1a66> The source of th?s content is find{n}ovel</fn1a66>