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.

the next second, a

thick as an arm, had

the silent onlookers were in an

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

his lower lip. Fresh blood stained his lips.

"Dad!"

He lowered his voice and asked anxiously, "You got to vent your anger by beating Julien

There are so many witnesses. It would be tricky if anything bad happened. You wouldn't be able to

Aidan wasn't feeling bad for Julien. He only said so in order to save Joseph from

He released the wooden stick from his

overexerted himself. His palm was swollen red and

"Ha... Haha..."

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

you've really aged. You call that corporal punishment?

me again. I dare you to

off the handle. The vein on his forehead was

still be so shameless and not

do I have to repent? What do I have to

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