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

Bailey's body as she

stared deep into Tony's eyes. "Honey, I'm really sorry. I swear I won't do it

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

to them with a cold snort. He glared at the three of them. "You three better sit here

another word, I'll beat him

crop from the table and rose to his feet.

his strength in

her skin burst open, and her

red blood poured

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

on the side, began to smirk smugly at the sight of the suffering

this b*tch...

the contrary, Tom and Julian were heartbroken. Their

Please don't hit me. It's too

sentence, the crop in Tony's grip landed

remorselessly. Soon, dozens of bloody wounds were all over her

constantly rolling and struggling

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