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.

moved to unbutton his coat. He shrugged it off and handed it to Tony, who stood silently by his side. Now, just in a crisp

whip and handed it to Evelyn. "Eve, don't go easy on him.

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

Charles'. "Eve, don't hold back," Rosa urged, worried

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 pain with a

it high. It sliced through the air and landed on Charles' back with a sharp crack. Evelyn poured every ounce of strength into that strike, her

no hesitation, no mercy-the depth of her hatred drove each stroke. This wasn't just

whip,

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