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.

He shrugged it off and handed it to Tony, who stood silently by his

their disciplinary tools. She picked up a whip and handed it to Evelyn. "Eve, don't go easy on

she found out what happened in the basement. The memory of that

Charles'. "Eve, don't hold back," Rosa urged, worried Evelyn's feelings for Charles might

Evelyn nodded slightly, firmly

uninjured right hand. She moved slowly towards Charles, her mind replaying the moment he coldly brushed off her pleas, dismissed her

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 poured every ounce

could she not despise him? His blind faith in Dahlia and Sandy had left Evelyn powerless against them, even as they were responsible for Charlie's death. Memories of the past paraded before Evelyn, fueling her rage and making her strikes even more relentless. "Crack!" Another whip, another blow landed, each one harder than the last. There was no 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

whip,

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