After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back by Riverflow

Chapter 1100

Jolie lifted her gaze to meet Daisy's, a hint of confusion on her face as she asked, "What do you mean by that?" Bang!

Terence slammed his palm on the coffee table, his face already clouded with anger. "Jolie, are you playing dumb? What's going on between you and lan? Why didn't you tell us beforehand? Do you have any idea how important your future is to this family?" Daisy's expression wasn't much better, her cold gaze fixed on Jolie, carrying an air of disapproval.

Jolie had never seen Terence this furious before. She was momentarily startled but quickly steadied herself.

"I like lan, and lan likes me," she said firmly. "Naturally, we ended up together. What's the problem with that?"

"No. Absolutely not!" Terence snapped, his voice harsh and resolute. "You must break up with him immediately."

Jolie shook her head. "I'm not breaking up with lan."

"Disgraceful!" Terence glared at her, pointing a trembling finger in her direction. "Do you think I won't lay a hand on you? Jolie, I've clearly spoiled you too much. You've grown completely unruly, daring to hide something as significant as a relationship from your family. Go, bring the whip!"

Daisy's face shifted at his words. She quickly grabbed his arm and tried to reason with him. "Don't do this. Jolie will listen to us. We can't hit her-she's a young woman. What if she gets hurt?"

Jolie, however, stood her ground. "I won't break up."

roared, shaking off Daisy's hand. His voice was cold and

a reluctant glance at Jolie before

The whip...

How laughable.

the time when

screamed at first, but eventually, she'd fallen silent, enduring the pain

been terrified back then, hiding in a corner, too scared to

that same whip fall on

returned, holding a leather whip in her hands. She hesitated, clearly unwilling to hand it over

to us. Break

your parents. Every decision we make

living room floor, her head bowed. "I won't break up," she said quietly but

as he snatched the whip from Daisy's hands. Without hesitation,

hold back a cry of

hurt so much-like fire searing through her skin. The spot where the whip landed felt as though it had been torn open. Her face turned

demanded, his voice wavering slightly as he saw her pale face. Despite his anger, there was a flicker of hesitation-after all, this was his beloved daughter. "No,"