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.

to walk to

body as she looked at the riding

her knees fell to the ground, her hands folded as she stared deep into Tony's eyes. "Honey, I'm really sorry. I swear I won't do it

by a whip. Let's sit down and

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

another word, I'll beat him up

grabbed the riding crop from the table and rose to his feet. He swung the crop, striking it mercilessly

had gathered all his strength in that

skin burst open, and her flesh tore

red blood poured down her fair

went limp, and she found

the side, began to smirk smugly at the sight

b*tch... Serve

heartbroken. Their hearts

hit me. It's too

the crop in Tony's grip landed on her

across her body remorselessly. Soon, dozens of bloody wounds

like a snake scalded by boiling water, constantly rolling

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