With a cruel look in her eyes, she demonstrated, cracking the whip across my back. The pain was excruciating, and blood began to seep from the wounds. She instinctively loosened the whip in her hand, intending to check on me, but Russell suddenly collapsed, clutching his head.
"Kendra, I feel dizzy. Is there bleeding in my head? Am I going to die? I’m terrified of losing you again."
Kendra rushed to his side, concern replacing her fury. She helped him up and shot me an angry glare.
"Remember this lesson, Joseph! Tomorrow, you’ll bring Lester to the hospital to apologize to Russell. Don’t even think about trying any tricks again!"
With that, she helped Russell out of the room, leaving me kneeling in my own pain.
I don’t know how much time passed, but eventually, Kendra's father, who had been waiting for me to attend the funeral, rushed in. Seeing me covered in blood, he immediately insisted on sending me to the hospital.
I waved my hand to refuse his offer, insisting that I needed to see Lester on his final journey. As I watched his ashes being lowered to the ground, despite the unbearable pain in my body, my heart felt strangely at peace.