"Crack—"
The stick in Gordon Edwin's hand fell mercilessly on Blake Fuller's strong back, the crisp sound chilling to the bone.
Yet the man kneeling on the ground was calm, willingly lowering his noble stature without any dissatisfaction, all because the man before him was the father-in-law he recognized.
"Quite spirited."
Seeing this, the fury in Gordon Edwin's eyes dissipated slightly, and he continued to strike Blake's back with the stick.
By the time the third strike landed, an angry rebuke erupted from the doorway, "Gordon Edwin, have you grown too bold? Daring to employ private punishment!"
Virginia Daniel rushed over with Jerel Edwin.
Seeing the victim kneeling on the ground and the assailant holding the stick, filled with heartache, she quickly stepped forward to help Blake Fuller up.
"Blake, how are you feeling?"
"Aunt, I'm fine."
With Virginia Daniel's help, Blake Fuller got up, his expression unchanged, not taking the opportunity to complain.
