Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 1626

Julien had just finished speaking when Joseph leaped to his feet. His expression was dark. He snatched the stick from the butler and strode toward Julien.

Out of nowhere, he heard a swoosh. He felt a sharp pain in his leg. Without him noticing, two bodyguards had rushed behind him. With a whack of the stick, he ended up kneeling on the ground.

"You ingrate! You've made such a grave mistake! How dare you laugh and talk back to me?"

Joseph glared at him. His eyes were bloodshot. He raised his arm and smacked Julien on the back with the stick. He was merciless. The smack was so loud that it made everyone shudder.

Yet, Julien only let out a muffled cry—a single muffled cry.

Over and over again, he was being beaten on his back. It felt as if he was being hit by large hailstones. Two bodyguards grabbed him by his arm, incapacitating him from fighting back.

His body hurt so badly that he just wanted to curl up into a ball. His vision became blurry. He could even taste his own blood at the back of his throat.

But he was not going to beg for forgiveness. He refused to yield.

Aidan was frightened and alarmed to see how Julien was being beaten up. He turned his face away and didn't dare to continue watching.

"A good child doesn't need to be taught; a misbehaving child deserves a strict teacher. You are uneducated, incompetent, and not even working a decent job. You can't even differentiate the good from the bad. You deserve a beating!"

Upon saying that, Joseph raised his hand high. Then, he swung the stick hard onto Julien's back.

next second, a loud crack was

as thick as an arm, had broken

an instant, the silent onlookers

face. He was as pale as a sheet. It was as if he was in an ice

his lower lip. Fresh blood stained his lips. His

"Dad!"

voice and asked anxiously, "You got to vent your

him up... There are so many witnesses. It

the end of the day, Aidan wasn't feeling bad for Julien. He only said so in order to save Joseph

He released

His palm was swollen

"Ha... Haha..."

storm of emotions brewing within him from prying eyes. Yet, despite the mask of stoicism he wore, a provocative laugh escaped his

got? Is that it? Dad, you've really aged. You call that corporal punishment? I barely felt anything! It was just

I dare

flew off the handle. The vein on his forehead was pulsating like crazy. He flung the stick

could you still be so shameless and not

do I have to repent? What do I have

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