Tony Sullivan's face was as gloomy as a thunderstorm.

The tension in the spacious living room was palpable. A cold chill washed over the few of them.

The whole world seemed to be freezing at the moment.

Bailey Ronsin let out an audible gasp at the sight of the angry expression carved on her husband's face.

She was dead. She knew that she was dead.

Looking at Bailey's helpless and panicked figure, satisfaction and joy surged up within Emily Quest.

This damned, wicked woman... Finally, someone was going to give her a lesson.

Tom Sullivan and Julian Sullivan were extremely anxious and scared. They were both worried about their mother.

"Bailey, get your ass over here," Tony ordered coldly.

Bailey shuddered, as his frightful tone broke the silence in the air. Clutching her face with her hands, she shuffled to Tony's front as fast as she could.

Tom immediately pushed Julian's wheelchair, following closely behind their mother.

her time to walk to their

crept all over Bailey's body as she looked

deep into Tony's eyes. "Honey, I'm really sorry. I swear I won't do it anymore. Please don't hit me..." "Yes, Dad, please calm down..." Tom tried to persuade

this matter can't be solved by a whip. Let's sit down and talk nicely," added

three better sit here and

to speak another word, I'll beat him

and rose to his

his strength in

skin burst open, and her flesh tore

blood poured

pain spread across Bailey's body. Her feet went limp, and she found herself paralyzed on the

to smirk

b*tch...

heartbroken.

no... Please don't hit

in Tony's grip landed on her skin

crop continued to whip across her body remorselessly. Soon,

scalded by boiling water, constantly rolling and struggling

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