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

crept all over Bailey's body as

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

this matter can't be solved by a whip. Let's

three better sit here and keep quiet. Otherwise, get

I'll beat him up

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

gathered all his

burst

poured

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

on the side, began to smirk smugly at the sight

this b*tch... Serve

the contrary, Tom and Julian were heartbroken. Their hearts

don't hit me. It's

she could even finish her sentence, the crop in Tony's grip landed on her skin again,

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

by boiling water, constantly rolling and struggling on the floor,

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