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 looked at

hands folded as she stared deep into Tony's eyes. "Honey, I'm really sorry. I swear I won't do it anymore. Please don't hit me..." "Yes, Dad, please calm down..." Tom tried to persuade

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

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

I'll beat him up too!" Tony

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

had gathered all his strength

second, her skin burst

blood poured down

and she found herself

began to smirk smugly

this b*tch... Serve

and Julian were heartbroken. Their hearts aching along with their

don't hit

in Tony's grip landed on

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

snake scalded by boiling water, constantly

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