“Disrespecting your elders, harming your siblings, a vile nature with no remorse—do you admit your fault?”
In my past life, thanks to Olivia, I had suffered many such punishments.
The worst time, I was whipped until my back was split open, the wounds deep enough to show bone, and I nearly died from complications. I was bedridden for two months.
My eyes flicked to the whip and my stomach clenched, but I kept my chin high and shot back,
“Under mutual respect, I’m a polite young lady. If you think I was rude, maybe you should first reflect on your own attitude.”
His gaze on me grew even colder. He pointed the whip at me.
“Sharp-tongued brat! You caused Olivia’s car accident before, and yesterday you pushed her, giving her a concussion—how dare you talk back?”
So this was all about taking Olivia’s side again.
“You’re all blind, of course you didn’t see her run me over and break my leg, then frame me. She only—”
The rest of my words were cut short by the whistle of the whip slicing through the air, striking my back.
Once. Twice…
The pain exploded through my scalp, my body arching involuntarily as I shivered, teeth clenched against the agony.