She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 372: Sin of Gluttony It turned out that the so-called "Judgement" was nothing more than a twisted spectacle of murder! There were various charges brought against the accused, including arrogance, jealousy, anger, laziness, greed, lust, and gluttony.

Surprisingly, the one accused of the sin of gluttony was a little girl called Vivian, who appeared to be around seven or eight years old. The reason for her punishment was simply because she had snatched a loaf of bread from someone on the street.

They apprehended her and starved her for several days and nights. She was originally a beautiful and clever child, but hunger had reduced her to mere skin and bones. Her oversized gray t-shirt hung loosely on her, revealing her protruding collarbones. She was nothing more than a layer of pale skin wrapped around prominent bones, a pitiable sight.

Her punishment was to eat food. They placed a variety of dishes in front of her: freshly baked soft croissants, brightly colored roasted turkey, sizzling golden-brown steak, grilled sausages, and more.

Being in a state of hunger and innocence, the child never could have imagined that these people intended to kill her. All she saw was the food. Her empty stomach was causing her great discomfort, and she felt an urgent need to eat, especially with such delicious and tempting food in front of her.

With her hands finally free, she rushed towards the food, devouring the roasted turkey recklessly like a famished little wolf.

Her actions were rough and slightly ferocious. She finished an entire roasted turkey, which weighed around two pounds, as well as half a croissant, two sausages, a half-eaten fried egg and steak that fell to the ground, glistening with oil under the lights.

Her belly full, the little girl smiled contentedly.

The radiant smile of satisfaction from sating one's hunger and fulfilling physiological needs captivated everyone. Look, a child's happiness was so easily attainable and simple. They needed not fear being surrounded by demons disguised as human beings in this darkest of environments.

Among the audience, swore mocking smiles tinged with pity as they watched her eat, while others discreetly swallowed their saliva. There was still two-thirds of the food remaining on the table, but the little girl had already eaten to her fill. Now, she longed for a drink of water.

A menacing voice filled the air in response to her, coming from the darkly dressed, masked man. "Someone guilty of the sin of gluttony, how could they waste food? All the food on this earth is hard-won. Wasting food means wasting the labor of others. God will be angry, you know." The little girl finally felt fear. She scooted back and quietly cried, "I'm sorry, but... but I'm already full...” Yet the man grabbed her hand and lifted her in front of the food, his icy hand gently touching the girl's stomach. His voice softened a bit. "No, you're not full. Didn't you say that your greatest wish was to eat until you burst?" "Even if you've sinned, a forgiving lord will still fulfill your wish.” "All of this food is prepared for you. How can you not eat it? Come, feed her smore!" As the words fell, the stwo men in black robes with featureless masks from before stepped forward. One restrained the struggling girl, pinning down her hands and feet, while the other covered her mouth with one hand and mechanically forced things into her mouth with the other.

The girl's cries echoed through the hall, and she couldn't even chew. The food was crazily stuffed into her mouth, whether from the plate or fallen on the ground...

None went to waste.

Her cries gradually diminished, while the laughter below never ceased. Someone taunted, "She's actually quite fortunate, at least she's stuffed to death." "Yeah, compared to other methods of dying, this one's not bad. I think it's rather fresh." Cheyenne watched as the child hiccupped and struggled to breathe, a raging fury rising in her heart like vines growing wild in summer. She gripped her fists and abruptly stood up from her seat.

The host on stage also noticed her actions, and his gaze shifted her way. "Ma'am in the red dress, do you need something? If it's about purchasing ingredients, you'll have to wait." Cheyenne felt a bitter taste in her throat, biting her lip, as she looked into the eyes of the little girl...

Finally, she weakly uttered, "It's nothing." She sat back down, turning her head away and no longer looking at the little girl.

Kelvin glanced back at her, then turned his head away.

He silently cursed under his breath, his words drowned out by the girl's sobs.

On stage, the little girl's mouth was already stuffed full, unable to take in any more food. She hiccupped and sniffled twice.

She closed her eyes forever. Her body, hands, face, and mouth were covered in food... She was surrounded by it, just like her wish, being overfed to death.

Cheyenne had never been so angry, not even when Kelvin openly brought Abbie home. These animals. That little girl was so young of everything went well, she would have grown up safe and sound, with a loving family, and would have met a boy who loved her. But now, all of that had becan extravagant hope. She could only hope that she would be in painless bliss in heaven... "Don't be sad. We can't save her right now, and we might end up endangering ourselves as well." Suddenly, a deep and suppressed voice sounded in her ear, accompanied by a refreshing and cold lotus fragrance that spread through her nose.

She immediately turned her head back.

Unaware of the close proximity between them, her head turned directly into his lips. Both of them m were wearing fox masks, hers in red and his in silver-gray. Through the masks, Kelvin stared deeply and slightly stunned at her, his high nose lightly pressing against hers. The softness and sweetness of his lips made his body start to feel hot. Instinctively, he licked her lips. The word "jelly" burst into his mind.

As she realized that he was taking advantage of herself, Cheyenne's gaze turned cold, and she quickly and pushed him away. She was about to give him a slap to snap him out of it, but then thought about her current situation and bit her lip, holding back. Gritting her teeth, she asked him, "How did you chere?" Kelvin touched his lips, on which her scent still lingered. His mood suddenly improved significantly.