"And this is for my husband!"

"..."

"Damn you, Lana!" Madeline's anger seemed to have been triggered as she grabbed Lana by the neck and tightened her fingers fiercely.

Lana looked uncomfortable. She had her mouth open as if she wanted to cough. Her face was flushed red in an instant.

However, Madeline did not look like she was about to let go anytime soon. “It feels bad, doesn’t it? Do you know how painful it is to be dying? Does torturing others make you feel happy? Have a taste of how it