�I haven�t used this whip for years. I�ll let it end your life today, or I won�t be able to answer

Maurice!�

Old Mr. Hunt was a soldier who didn�t fool around with the whip. He hit so hard that Stefan could feel the pain shooting into the bone.

Stefan remained silent as excruciating pain split his back. Even so, his lips kept themselves shut without so much as a grunt or frown.

If this would ease Grandpa�s anger, he was more than willing to accept the punishment!

Renee stood by with no intention of intervening. After all, Stefan was a grown man towering at nearly 190 centimeters. Taking a few lashes was no big deal. He would not die from it.

However, Renee did not expect Grandpa Hunt to beat his own grandson so severely.

After a few lashes, Stefan�s shirt was ripped open, and his open wounds bled. Even so, I begged for no mercy, vowing to protect his child with Briar to death.

Renee was Stefan�s ex-wife, but Stefan�s deep love for Briar and their child only made her seem pathetic and redundant.

Lurch, the butler, was anxiously sweating outside the study. He mustered his courage and tried to persuade Old Mr. Hunt. �Master, stop it! If you continue this, he will die!�

�Master Tristan is already gone. If anything happens, that�ll be the end of the Hunt family!�

Old Mr. Hunt did not soften up and whipped Stefan harder. �So be it! It�s better to end such heartless blood in the Hunt family!�

After a while, Old Mr. Hunt asked Stefan again. �So, will you repent? Will you ask that woman to abort your child?�

Stefan answered with nothing but silence. His face had turned pale because of the pain, and soon, his forehead became sweaty.

When Renee saw that Old Mr. Hunt was about to swing the whip again, she hurried in front of Stefan and pleaded, �Grandpa, don�t hit him! He�s not at fault. I don�t blame him!�

�Ren, what are you doing? Move aside!�

Old Mr. Hunt tried to withdraw the whip, but it was slightly slow. The whip left a bloody red mark on Renee�s arm, stinging her with pain.

Stefan saw the situation and quickly pulled her over. He took a closer look at her injured arm and frowned at the red mark. �Don�t meddle in my affairs!� he hissed coldly.

Just when Old Mr. Hunt was about to praise his grandson for not being too heartless, he saw a little red book fall out of Renee�s shirt pocket�

The chaos in the room instantly came to a halt. Everyone was staring straight at the little red book. JrNovels.com