Chapter 1744 Be My Dog
If he were to fall head down, he’d end up in a vegetative state even if he didn’t die. There’s no doubt about that.
Nathaniel didn’t bother pursuing that matter. Instead, he calmly changed the subject. “I’ve got some good news for you. Ashton has been searching for Joseph since last night.”
Indeed, that’s good news for me. But why would he possibly be so kind to tell me that? Could it be that he discovered that Ashton still has a trace of humanity left, so he came up with an even more twisted way to torture us?
“However, he also took quite a lot of ice from me,” Nathaniel added before I could respond.
What does that mean? Does Ashton want to give the drugs to Joseph personally? But that will only make things worse for him, no?
Before I could say anything, the sound of a car engine sounded from the ground floor of the building, followed by a flurry of footsteps.
A few seconds later, a man in a black suit and leather shoes was tossed onto the ground from outside, causing dust to fly all over the place.
A tall figure blocked the man’s body, but the figure in the shadows soon entered our lines of sight.
Only after I had made out Ashton’s familiar features did I belatedly realize that the person who was flung in earlier was likely Joseph.
Taking a closer look proved my guess right. However, Joseph was trembling all over, his face rapidly losing color. He was a strong man who could usually go against five men at once, but he didn’t even have the strength to get to his feet right then. Hugging himself sickly, he curled into a ball on the ground. His eyes were so sunken that only the whites seemed to remain. On the whole, his condition was so pathetic that nausea would set in at a single look.
In the blink of an eye, Joseph got addicted to drugs. His eyes abruptly popped open, and he trembled even more violently. As he began sniffling all the faster, he lost his mind completely. Disregarding the suit he was wearing, he rolled on the ground agonizingly like a dog and begged for his next hit like the tens of thousands of addicts out there.
“Give it to me… Boss, please give me some ice! I can’t take it anymore! I’m going to die! I really can’t hold out any longer… I’ve done so many things for you, Ashton! Are you just going to watch me die?”
Not in the least bit affected by the heart-wrenching scene before him, Ashton merely watched as Joseph was all covered in dust before he drawled, “Of course not.”
After saying that, he took out a packet of ice from his pocket and threw it at the person on the ground. It hit Joseph’s face hard before bouncing onto the dusty floor.
The instant Joseph saw it, his eyes lit up as though he was a dog that had been starving for days and had finally found food. He excitedly yet carefully hid it in his arms, afraid that someone would snatch it away.
Watching his reaction coldly, Ashton strolled over and slowly crouched before him. In a voice as calm as ever, he asserted, “Be my dog, and you’ll get however much ice you want. Do you understand me?”
What? A dog is merely a creature with no dignity or spine. It carries out its master’s commands as it obeys anyone who feeds it! They’re close friends who have been through thick and thin, yet Joseph deserves to be doomed forever in Ashton’s eyes now just because he offended Rebecca once and brought him trouble?
I couldn’t fathom Ashton’s thoughts, but I instinctively frowned. That packet of ice is enough to kill Joseph!
In the beginning, Joseph was still immersed in his delight for having obtained “food.” When he realized what Ashton wanted him to do, he suppressed the effects of the drugs and gaped at the man in disbelief, his entire being exuding defiance.
He’s the head of the family with a wife and children pinning their hopes on him, an outstanding man with a higher IQ and EQ than the average person! How could he possibly live like a dog? Although he has already behaved in such a manner just now, Ashton shouldn’t be taking advantage of him at this time, not even giving him any room to breathe. He’ll drive him crazy!
Despite three floors separating us, their confrontation on the concrete floor far beneath my feet seemingly had the temperature around me plummeting.
