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.

time to

body as she looked at

Tony's eyes. "Honey, I'm really sorry. I swear I won't do it anymore. Please don't hit me..."

by a whip. Let's sit down and

of them. "You three better sit here and keep quiet. Otherwise, get your ass out of here and

word, I'll beat him up

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

all his strength in that

a split second, her skin burst open, and her flesh

poured down her

No..." Intense pain spread across Bailey's body. Her feet went limp, and she

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

this b*tch... Serve

were heartbroken. Their hearts aching along with their

Please don't hit me.

crop in

across her body remorselessly. Soon, dozens of bloody

a snake scalded by boiling water, constantly rolling and struggling on the floor, crying aloud in

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