Chapter 112: Vengeance Is Served With a Whip
Raylee was intensely curious, wondering what kind of deep, dark secret could possibly exist between the two of them. She was naturally quite eager to unearth it from Mindy. So, she had a change of heart, deciding not to rush into sending Mindy to prison.
“Raylee, thank you for your magnanimity. In the future, Mindy and I will surely show you our gratitude,” Waverly said with teary eyes. She helped Mindy, who had collapsed onto the ground, back to her feet. In an emotional tone, she reassured, “It’s okay now, Mindy. Raylee has agreed to let you go.”
Mindy breathed a sigh of relief, her pallid complexion instantly regaining its vitality, as if she had just escaped a brush with death. After all, she would rather die than be sent to prison and forced to live out her life as an ex-convict.
“I can choose not to hold her accountable, but…” Raylee’s voice took a serious turn. “The worst punishment can be avoided, but she still has to atone for what she has done.”
“Raylee, what is it that you want?” Waverly pleaded. “As long as you don’t call the police on Mindy, we’ll do anything you ask.”
“Doesn’t Mr. Alaric have a whip? He even used it to discipline Samuel at the hospital the last time…”
Raylee gave Waverly a casual glance, her tone cool as she said, “I want you to discipline Mindy with the whip until I’m satisfied.”
“Hule!” Waverly exclaimed. “No way, getting hit by a teaching whip hurts a lot!”
“Raylee, could you consider punishing Mindy in a different way? I’m begging you!”
Mindy glared at Raylee, her face full of defiance. “Wavy, don’t plead with her. She’s only out to vent her anger on me. She won’t let me off the hook that easily!”
Raylee cast a cool gaze over the two of them, her demeanor showing no signs of wavering. “Jail or whip, make your choice. I’ve been more than fair, so don’t force me to change my mind.”
While they were speaking, Alaric had already had someone bring the whip. He handed the teaching whip over to Waverly, his expression serious as he said, “Wavy, don’t let an insignificant person cause further disagreements between you and Raylee. I believe that this is the best solution. Raylee has given you a way out. It’s about time you took it.”
Samuel also nodded and said, “Wavy, if you can’t bring yourself to do it, let me help you.”
“No. I’ll do it myself.”
Waverly wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with the back of her hand, picked up the teaching whip, and began to punish Mindy in front of Raylee.
The next moment, the room echoed with Mindy’s earth-shattering scream. Even though Waverly deliberately held back, using only a fraction of her strength, the pain inflicted by the whip she wielded was still too much for Mindy to bear. Waverly lashed out, strike after strike. A full fifteen minutes had passed, yet Raylee didn’t call for a break. Unable to hold back, Waverly started to sob uncontrollably, her cries gradually growing softer.
Chapter 112: Vengeance Is Served With a Whip
Even though the lashes landed on Mindy’s belly, the pain seemed to strike at her heart. Members of the Goodridge family watched with indifference, for Mindy was someone insignificant to them. They didn’t mind punishing her and didn’t feel the slightest bit of sympathy. The heating inside the house was more than sufficient. Mindy had already shed her bulky outerwear, simply donning a thin, long-sleeved dress. Blood seeped from her sleeve, its red hue looking particularly striking.
Upon seeing her bleeding from the lashes, Waverly could no longer continue. She pleaded in tears, “I can’t go on. Please show mercy!”
“Kaylee, can we stop now? Mindy is bleeding from the beating. She must be in a lot of pain. Please, let her go.”
Looking at Mindy, who was as pale as a ghost and slumped on the ground like a beaten dog, Kaylee gave a cold sort of response. “I let her go, who will let me go? Do you have any idea how many times I was beaten during my four years of imprisonment? All Mindy has now is a little blood on her arm, but have you ever seen me lettered and floored?”
Rolling up her sleeves, Kaylee revealed a myriad of crisscrossed scars. No part of her skin was left unscathed, a sight that was both grotesque and terrifying. She then rolled up Mindy’s sleeve. Compared to her arm, marred with countless scars, the two insignificant scratches on Mindy seemed trivial. The difference felt like comparing heaven and hell.
Upon witnessing this scene, members of the Goodridge family all revealed complex expressions. They felt guilty for certain; otherwise, they wouldn’t have let Kaylee settle scores with Mindy.
Upon seeing the terrifying scars on Raylee’s arm, Mindy instinctively recoiled. Her face was etched with terror, as if she had witnessed something truly horrifying. Fear suddenly seized her very core.
“Are you scared?” Raylee’s eyes, filled with a deep-seated resentment, bore into her intensely. “The scars you see on my arm are just the tip of the iceberg of the wounds I bear all over my body. All these wounds were inflicted by you, so what right do you have to be afraid?”
“It wasn’t me. It had nothing to do with me. Don’t do this to me…”