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

Bailey's body as she looked

eyes. "Honey, I'm really sorry. I

whip. Let's sit

at the three of them. "You three better sit here and keep quiet. Otherwise, get your ass out of here

dares to speak another word, I'll beat him

the riding crop from the table and rose to

gathered all his strength in that

a split second, her skin burst open, and her flesh

red blood poured

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

who was standing on the side, began to smirk smugly

b*tch...

Tom and Julian were heartbroken. Their hearts aching along with their

hit me. It's

sentence, the crop in

her body remorselessly. Soon, dozens

boiling water, constantly rolling and struggling on the

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