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

as she looked

eyes. "Honey, I'm really sorry. I swear I won't do

be solved by a whip. Let's sit down and

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

I'll

crop from the table and rose to his feet. He swung the crop, striking it mercilessly at Bailey's

had gathered all his strength in

second, her skin burst open, and her

red blood poured down her fair

No..." Intense pain spread across Bailey's body. Her feet went limp, and she found herself paralyzed on the

began to smirk smugly at the sight of

b*tch... Serve

the contrary, Tom and Julian were heartbroken. Their hearts aching

no... Please don't hit me.

her sentence, the crop in Tony's grip

whip across her body remorselessly. Soon, dozens of bloody

snake scalded by boiling water, constantly rolling and struggling on the

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