Chapter 511 The Ten Strikes Owed
In the living room, Yunice raised the whip and lashed it across Owen’s back. And from the bloody marks already on his back, it was obvious this wasn’t the first strike.
The Saunders family was still in shock, so when Owen got hit the second time, no one reacted fast enough. It wasn’t until Yunice raised the whip again that Lily lunged forward and grabbed it with both hands, shouting furiously, “You’ve got a lot of nerve!” How dare she hit her brother?
Yunice sneered, “You’re only realizing now how bold I am?” Lily really was stupid. When she poured chili oil down Yunice’s throat last time, she should’ve known—Yunice didn’t care about so-called familial bonds or moral codes anymore.
“Mother and brother mean nothing. What matters is the ten lashes I was owed all those years ago. I’m here to return them now.”
Owen was drenched in cold sweat. The barbed whip had torn his flesh open. Only after taking two lashes did the pain register, and he scrambled to hide behind someone.
When Lily wouldn’t let go, Gill came to help, peeling Lily’s fingers off one by one. Lily struggled stubbornly, eyes locked with fury on the gemstone rings decorating Gill’s fingers. The brilliant sparkle of those gems made her dizzy. Something so beautiful and valuable was being worn by a servant, while she, who had gone through the pain of birthing Yunice, had received nothing and now she was being beaten.
Realizing she couldn’t win against Gill, Lily let out a shriek and fell backward onto the ground. Gill looked down at her hands in surprise, then turned to Yunice. “Miss, I didn’t push her...”
Outside the living room, the Moore family relatives all raised their phones, filming Yunice’s rampage and the supposed bullying of her family.
Yunice didn’t look at Lily. Her target was Owen. Seeing Yunice coming with the bloody whip, Owen panicked and darted around a pillar to hide.
“Yunice, are you insane! That’s a whip! One hit could rip your skin off!” His voice trembled as he shouted, trying to intimidate her with his rage.
Yunice said, “That was only two lashes. You hit me ten times back then.”
Owen pointed to Mr. Terrance at the door. “He’s the one who wanted to hit you! If you want revenge, go after him! Why are you taking it out on me?!”
Yunice approached, whip still dripping with blood, “Don’t worry. None of you will be left out.” Owen’s legs went weak as he ran from her, even grabbing Elsie’s arm in panic.
Elsie had been ready to put on a show in front of Owen, but at the sight of that bloodied whip, her legs gave out. She couldn’t move an inch. She remembered how painful that thing was. Yunice had been bedridden for half a month after being whipped, barely able to get up.
Peggy, stunned, quickly ran after Yunice. “Yunice, don’t break my man!” They were siblings, for crying out loud. Why did they always start fighting the second they saw each other?
Lily scrambled up from the floor, throwing herself in front of Owen and shouting, “Don’t just stand there! Come help me hold Yunice down! She’s gone mad! She’s going to kill us!”
Gill was fuming. “Oh, now you care about protecting your son? Where were you when my Miss was getting whipped? Were you dead? Or did that black heart of yours shift to your armpit?”
With Lily in the way, how was Yunice supposed to keep going? Gill rushed over to pull Lily off, and Lily shrieked out the door, “Help me!”
Mr. Terrance didn’t move, but his two sons, gritting their teeth, were itching to step in. “Dad, let us handle this. That little brat needs to be taught a lesson—I’d love to smash her face in!” When did Yunice ever get to act this arrogant in this house?
But Mr. Terrance raised his hand to stop them, chuckling coldly. “Let her hit them. I want to see how long she can keep it up.”
What happened to the Saunders family was none of his concern. The more chaos, the better.
Suddenly, Lily let out a piercing scream, clutching her arm as she collapsed to the floor. Everyone paused and turned. Her pale silk dress was now stained red on the arm. Blood quickly spread through the fabric. Gasps erupted. “Yunice, how could you?! That’s your mother! You’re inhuman!”
Yunice stepped closer. “I’m just a mental patient. Mental patients can’t tell who their mother is. A mental patient only knows that when a child is being beaten, a mother should shield them with her own body.”
Looking down coldly at Lily’s ashen face, she asked, “When I was being beaten, did you ever protect me the way you’re protecting him now?”
Gill’s face was flushed with fury. She shouted, “Even I, a servant, couldn’t bear to watch when my Miss was being whipped. And you, her own mother, just stood there like a heartless stone!”
Lily lay on the floor, pain stealing her voice. She frowned at the blood seeping through her fingers and thought, How can it hurt this much!
Yunice didn’t die back then? With pain like this she really was born to curse this family.