Hearing the commotion from inside, the bodyguard peeked through a small door with his special glasses on. Once he confirmed Dahlia was out cold, he opened the door, walked in without a flicker of emotion, roused her, and left. And so, the cycle of torment for Dahlia

continued.

...

Back at the Jenkins family estate, Rosa wasted no time dragging both Charles and Evelyn straight to the family's chapel.

"Stand still," Rosa snapped at Charles with a voice as sharp as a whip itself.

clear, not daring to protest. He cast a glance at Evelyn as his strong, defined hands moved to unbutton his coat. He shrugged it off and handed it to Tony, who stood silently

their disciplinary tools. She picked up a whip and handed it to Evelyn. "Eve,

the basement. The memory of that sight made her wish she could knock some sense

back," Rosa urged, worried Evelyn's feelings

Evelyn nodded slightly, firmly

the moment he coldly brushed off her pleas, dismissed her pain

Evelyn felt. She tightened he hold on the whip, raising it high. It sliced through the air and landed on Charles' back with a sharp crack. Evelyn

hesitation, no mercy-the depth of her hatred drove each stroke. This wasn't just about her suffering in the basement last night. It was for the times Charles repeatedly hurt Charlie. What Charles owed Evelyn and Charlie couldn't simply be paid

whip, Evelyn's

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