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.

hand, Emily took her time to walk to their

as she looked at

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

whip. Let's sit down

three of them. "You three better sit here and keep quiet. Otherwise, get your ass out of here and stay in your room."

word, I'll beat him

from the table and rose to his feet. He swung the crop,

gathered all his strength

skin burst open, and her flesh tore

red blood poured

Bailey's body. Her feet went limp, and she found

on the side, began to smirk

this b*tch... Serve

contrary, Tom and Julian were heartbroken.

Please don't hit me. It's

the crop in Tony's grip landed on her skin again, one after

remorselessly. Soon, dozens of bloody

boiling water, constantly rolling and struggling on the

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