Chapter 908
Chapter 912:
“Of course you’re my possession. What’s the problem?”
His response left Candice stunned.
She had expected him to argue, to deny it, maybe even get angry. She never anticipated that he would say it so matter-of-factly.
She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out.
Normally, she was eloquent and articulate in court—so why couldn’t she defend herself in front of Milton?
After all, she was a renowned human rights lawyer.
Stunned into silence, she took a breath and began again, trying to explain patiently.
“Let me clarify what human rights are. Human rights are the inherent rights of every individual, regardless of their race, gender…”
“…nationality, religion, or social status. Everyone has the right to freely express their opinions, and every human being should enjoy these rights without discrimination. When it comes to legal protection of human rights, the right to personal liberty—”
Before Candice could finish her sentence, Milton interrupted.
“Did I violate your human rights? Didn’t I give you equality? Did I ever look down on you? What exactly did I restrict? Did I force you to stay at home full time? Did I forbid you from working? Did I take away your personal space? Did I ever hold back your growth or stop you from pursuing what you wanted?
It’s because you’re always in danger, working overtime, and neglecting your health. Did I go too far? What exactly are you complaining about?”
Hearing that, Candice was momentarily at a loss for words.
What Milton said sounded… reasonable.
Indeed, he had never tried to restrict her. On the contrary, he supported her career.
He had never judged her for her background, nor for her divorce. He didn’t treat her PTSD with disdain—he had even helped her through it.
𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙤: 𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧸𝗰𝗼𝗺
Even when his desire overwhelmed him, he still respected her feelings if she showed any sign of discomfort.
So what exactly was there for her to complain about?
It all seemed so logical.
The more Candice thought about it, the more confused she became.
When she finally regained her clarity, she realized she had been completely swayed by Milton’s words.
How could she have believed his logic was reasonable?
Milton gazed at her leisurely. Her furrowed brows and occasional pout only made her look more adorable.
He couldn’t hold back a laugh and beckoned her over.
“Come here,” he said gently.
Candice quickly snapped out of her daze and looked at him warily.
“What do you want? No way! Milton, what sets you apart from a beast now? I feel like your true nature was revealed on my wedding night. Whether Bart drugged you or not—it makes no difference!”
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