Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Eliza gritted her teeth, her fists clenched tight, as each lash hit her fragile body. The pain sliced through her, cach strike leaving its mark

She braced herself, her fragile body taking each lash that came down like a thunderstorm, the sharp sting of each blow cutting through her.

Benedict loomed over her, showing no mercy as his whip cracked across her back again and again, as if trying to crush every bone in her body.

Eliza fel the pain, raw and brutal, but it paled in comparison to the deep ache in her heart.

The whip didn't break her spirit. Instead, it fueled the fire of anger and hatred burning within her.

Even if it costs me my life, I won't let Sophie and the entire Stonor family get away with this she swore silently.

By the time Benedict struck the final blow, Eliza's back was nothing but a mess of blood and flesh, her once-pure robes stained red.

Benedict stared at the blood dripping from the whip, then glanced at Eliza, who had endured every single strike without a single word or flinch, standing tall through it all.

tossed the whip actions

plo a

servant, scowled, and

as he was gone, Eliza, her face as white as death, could no longer keep

finally regained consciousness, the sky outside was already

with nothing but a bowl

the food. Taking advantage of the fact that the chapel was empty, the gripped the emerald

she entered the pocket farm within the

she stepped inside, she slipped and

"Ugh

wounds, sending a sharp pain that nearly made

like hell" Eliza hissed, scrambling out of the stream. She ripped off

shoulder had already started to heal. It wasn't fully closed, but the raw, bloody flesh had transformed into

and gently touched the spot, just to make sure

the miraculous power of this pocket farm. She hadn't expected something as simple as stream water to have such healing properties. No wonder the rare herbs in this space grew so

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