Chapter 14:

“Mr. Wright,” the butler called, approaching with the brassie in hand.

The brassie was a solid piece of metal.

A wave of uncontrollable fear washed over Belinda at the sight of it, causing her to step back instinctively. She was intimately familiar with the severe pain the brassie could inflict.

Baker advanced toward Belinda, brandishing the brassie menacingly.

He stood before her, hoisting the brassie above his head, poised to deliver a punishing blow.

At that moment, a hand shot out and grasped Baker’s wrist to stop him.

Baker, caught off guard, hadn’t expected Belinda to have the courage to stop him.

As he opened his mouth to say something, Belinda snatched the brassie from his grasp.

Baker could react, Belinda slammed the brassie onto the floor, breaking it

echoed through

floor, her expression stoic, yet the emotions inside her raged

the object

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now, it would no

spacious living room

broken brassie on the floor, his mouth agape in

his eyes burning with disbelief and anger. “You’ve turned

hand to strike Belinda,

command echoed through the

the staircase were two

was Carola Wright, Baker’s wife, donned in a dark blue dress. Her demeanor

forties but looked younger than

white dress, exuding charm and innocence. This was

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