"Kendra, it’s all my fault," Russell added, his voice strained. "You shouldn’t divorce Joseph. I can’t live in fear anymore. I’ll leave now and never return."
He pulled away from Kendra’s grip and stumbled toward the door, blood dripping from his leg as he walked. It was a horrific sight.
Kendra’s face hardened. Gritting her teeth, she seethed,
"Joseph, you’re still lying! I’ve been through much worse since I was a child. Why is your son so fragile? Holding his breath could suffocate him? Do you think I’m that gullible?"
"I just saw you shaving. If Lester truly died, how could you still care about your appearance? As a father, you should be grieving, not worried about how you look. I’ll make sure you can’t harm Russell again!"
She ordered a servant to bring in a spiked board and a whip, placing them in front of Russell’s door. Then, she forced me to kneel on them.
"Come here and watch him! If he dares to move, whip him."