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.

the other hand, Emily took her time to walk to their side

all over Bailey's body as she looked at

I'm really sorry. I swear I won't do it anymore. Please don't hit me..." "Yes, Dad, please

this matter can't be solved by a whip. Let's sit down and talk nicely,"

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

I'll beat him up too!" Tony

and rose to his feet. He swung the crop, striking it mercilessly at

gathered all his strength

skin burst open,

red blood poured down her fair

pain spread across Bailey's body. Her feet went limp, and

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

b*tch...

Julian were heartbroken.

no... Please don't hit me. It's too

her sentence, the crop in Tony's grip

to whip across her body remorselessly. Soon, dozens of bloody wounds were all over her

boiling water, constantly rolling

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