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

over Bailey's body as she looked at the

as she stared deep into Tony's eyes. "Honey, I'm really sorry. I

a whip. Let's

to 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." Tom

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

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

his strength in that

her skin burst open, and her flesh

poured down

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

the side, began to

b*tch...

heartbroken. Their hearts aching along

Please don't hit

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

her body remorselessly. Soon, dozens of bloody wounds were

snake scalded by boiling water, constantly

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