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.

took her time to walk to their side without saying a

body as

she stared 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 his father

this matter can't be solved by a whip. Let's sit

He glared at 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 don't, Dad."

to speak another word, I'll beat him

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

all his strength

second, her skin burst open,

poured down her fair

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

was standing on the side, began to smirk smugly at

b*tch... Serve

Tom and Julian were heartbroken. Their

don't hit me. It's

the crop in

to whip across her body remorselessly. Soon,

scalded by boiling water, constantly rolling

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