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.

other hand, Emily took her time to walk to their side without saying

crept all over Bailey's body as

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,

matter can't be solved by a whip.

here and keep quiet.

to speak another word, I'll

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

his strength in that

second, her skin burst open, and her flesh tore

poured down

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

on the side, began to smirk smugly

this b*tch...

Julian were heartbroken. Their hearts

hit me.

crop in Tony's grip landed on her skin

across her body remorselessly. Soon, dozens of bloody wounds

water, constantly rolling and struggling on the floor, crying aloud

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