Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks by Caspian Wood

Chapter 563

As night fell, the crescent moon rose into the sky. A few crows occasionally flapped by, their standing ones piercing he darkness. The forest surrounding the Watron family estate, already shrouded in mystery dowing the bay, com

more eerie.

A sharp, chilling sound of a whip cracking through the air rang out from within the villa

meh ma

It was the same underground chamber where Hank had been confined earlier that morning Lyta knee on the cold groned, her body covered in wounds.

Standing beside her was a burly man dressed in black, gripping a whip stained with traces of blood. He lashed her over and over, yet despite the pain, Lydia never uttered a single cry.

Seated on the sofa across from her was her father–Tristan. His expression was calm, devoid of any trace of pity as he watched his daughter being punished.

The assistant standing beside Tristan sighed, unable to bear the sight any longer. “Mr. Walton, if this continues, Ma. Wilton might not make it.”

Only after this reminder did Tristan finally give the black–clad man a subtle glance.

Receiving the signal, the man immediately stopped. Lydia was already battered and bruised, her body trembling lightly us she lifted her gaze to meet her father’s.

Tristan looked down at her. “Do you know what you did wrong?”

Lydia hesitated. She nodded, then shook her head. “I don’t know. Father, please enlighten me?

and stood up in anger. “Your mistake was being arrogant and recklesst Remember what I instructed you this morning? You weren’t supposed to do anything to Hank. All you needed was

him to talk!

was fine. We could take our time, treat him

look what you’ve done. You gave him leverage against us, and worse, you lured Morris’s newlywed wife into

then tell me how am I supposed to face Arthur? How am I supposed to continue working with him

now you’ve made it even worse. Tell me,

mess?”

boy, Hank, didn’t already have his guard up? From the moment you had people bring him here, he knew exactly

Morris’s wife, Cherise–I dare say even you might not be her match. Why

risk everything just

livid. Without warning,

sprawling to the ground by the force of the slap. She didn’t shed a single tear, leaving her emotions unreadable–maybe it was resentment,

and disdainful. “Remember this–your

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me, you’d still be wandering the

do you think you would have ever set foot inside the Walton residence? Do you think you’d be enjoying the luxury you have now? Just your grandparents alone would have never allowed

you fall with me.” With that,

engine roared to life.

blood and tears from her face. At that moment, no one could tell whether

Hank, and in turn, they passed the news to Arthur, who was currently abroad.

Charity Orphanage, insisting that Morris keep him

protested. “I need to go