Life After Prison

Chapter 1679
Gilda’s emotions were a complete mess. Her rapid improvement in attainment filled her with hope that her attainment had
genuinely received a remarkable boost. It would have brought her attainment closer to her fiance’s attainment.
She used to feel inferior to her fiance, Frederick, because he was a level five royal saint while she was only a level nine saint.
His talent and good looks were the source of a deep–seated insecurity, for she feared that other more capable women would
take her away from him. She had longed to bridge the gap in their attainment and become a royal saint. That would at least put
her on more equal footing with him.
Despite all the good that came with it, she was nonetheless afraid that everything was real. She could not ignore the feeling of
being violated by a man. The initial twinge of pain that slowly gave way to feelings of enjoyment was simply too distressingly
vivid.
The following morning. Gilda gradually began to wake up. As she sat on the bed, she could feel the strength coursing through.
her body. The sudden leap in her attainment level felt ecstatic
“Did I get a breakthrough? Just what exactly happened?” She was glad that she had secured a breakthrough.
Alas, her joy faded rapidly as soon as she examined her surroundings and her body. “What happened? Which son–of–a–b*tch
did this?” she roared as her expression turned sour. Her innocence had been taloon away, and she had no idea who was
responsible for st. Her chastity, which she prided herself on, had disappeared overnight. Overwhelmed by the seemingly.
senseless act of nonconsensual intimacy, Gilda gritted her teeth in anger as tears welled up in her eyes.
Wuhlrich: then entered her mom.
“Did someone come into my room last night?” Gilda immediately approached him and demanded an answer
Wuhlricht looked at her and nodded. “Yes”
“Do you know who it was or what happened? Gilda’s expression became even more sullen. She was sure her father would have
been aware of it if someone had been in her room. He might even know who that person was. Several questions popped up in
Gilda’s mind, namely, “Why didn’t he stop the person? Why did he allow the person to enter my room and do that to me?”

Wuhlricht sighed and responded, “You’re cured, Gilda. You will no longer faint at the drop of a hat.” His eyes then lit up as he
observed Gilda’s attainment. “Are you now a level four royal saint? You’ve made sach astonishing progress, and the magnitude
of your advancement is simply extraordinary! I didn’t expect your attainment to undergo such a huge leap, and your current level
is also very stable. This is good news!”