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.

Emily took her time to walk to

over Bailey's body as she looked at the riding

to the ground, her hands folded as she stared deep into Tony's eyes. "Honey, I'm really sorry. I swear I won't

be solved by a whip. Let's sit down and talk nicely,"

better sit here and keep quiet. Otherwise, get your ass out of here and stay in your room." "Please don't,

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

grabbed the riding crop from the table and rose to his

his strength in

split second, her skin burst open, and

red blood poured down

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

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

b*tch...

contrary, Tom and Julian were heartbroken. Their hearts

Please don't hit

in Tony's grip landed on her

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

snake scalded by boiling water, constantly rolling and struggling

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