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 their side

over Bailey's body as she looked at the riding

sorry. I swear I won't do it anymore. Please don't hit

be solved by a whip. Let's sit

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." Tom

speak another word, I'll beat him up too!" Tony

the table and rose to his feet. He swung the

gathered all his strength

skin burst

poured

Her feet went limp, and she found herself paralyzed on the ground in

on the side, began to smirk smugly at the

this b*tch...

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

don't hit me. It's

she could even finish her sentence, the crop in Tony's grip landed on

continued to whip across her body remorselessly. Soon, dozens of bloody wounds were

a snake scalded by boiling water, constantly rolling and

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