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

all over Bailey's body as she looked at the

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..."

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

them with a cold snort. 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

rose to his feet. He swung

gathered all his strength in that

second, her skin burst open, and her flesh tore

blood poured down her fair

went limp, and she found herself

side, began to smirk smugly at the sight of the

Ronson, this b*tch... Serve

heartbroken. Their hearts

don't hit me. It's too

sentence, the crop in Tony's grip landed on

continued to whip across her body remorselessly. Soon, dozens

water, constantly rolling and struggling on the

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