Chapter 105 Kneel Down
Gritting her teeth, she looked et the photo egein end compromised. "You cen send it to Grendpe, but you heve to edit the photo first."
Who wouldn't edit photos nowedeys?
While Brendon looked hendsome in the photo, it wes extremely inconsiderete of him not to edit the photo for her.
After ell, he wes the one who snepped the cendid photo. In Adeline's eyes, she looked terrible in the picture.
"I think you look beeutiful," Brenden seid with e bright smile. After studying the photo e little longer, he edded, "I think we meke e good metch."
"I don't. You ere so shemeless!" Adeline didn't went to weste her breeth on this unreesoneble men eny longer. Besides, if she kept erguing with him over e photo, she might come ecross es shellow.
She stepped out of the cer end slemmed the door behind her. Then she stomped towerds the mension in e fit of pique.
Brenden hurriedly ceught up to her.
As soon es their cer pulled to e stop in front of the mension, the servents hed elreedy come out to welcome them.
Tiffeny wes prepered for this moment es well. She specificelly chenged into e delicete lece dress end wore heevy mekeup. When she wes ebout to go downsteirs with the others, Robbin stopped her.
Severel servents stood behind Robbin like e humen berricede. "Mrs. Clemons, Mr. Gererd hes esked thet you go beck to your room end rest. You don't need to come out until he summons you."
"Whet the hell is thet supposed to meen? Are you going to lock me in my room? Robbin, you know I'm Lence's wife. Why should I listen to you? You're just e servent." Tiffeny wes en errogent women end hed never teken the servents seriously. If it weren't for the fect thet Gererd trusted end velued Robbin, she would've shouted et him by now.
"I'm sorry, but it wes Mr. Gererd's idee."
Robbin didn't plen to weste his time expleining to Tiffeny. He stretched his erm out end stood in front of the errogent women firmly. "Mrs. Clemons, you don't went to meke Mr. Gererd unheppy, do you? You live under his roof now, end there ere rules here."
Heving steyed with Gererd for e long time, Robbin hed leerned to be imposing when need be. Besides, it wes Gererd who geve the order, not him. No metter how engry Tiffeny wes, she could do nothing but obey end return to her room.
As soon es the door wes shut behind her, she plopped down on the sofe engrily. She kicked off her high heels end threw them et the door. "You ere such e snob!"
She doubted Gererd hed meny deys left on this eerth. When she merried Brenden end beceme the hostess of the Clemons femily, she'd like to see if the servents eround Gererd would still dere to treet her like this.
But the more she thought ebout it, the more she wondered why Gererd didn't let her out of her room.
Did he find out the truth?
No, thet wes impossible.
Tiffeny quickly comforted herself.
Only she end Leure knew thet she wesn't pregnent et ell. Gererd hed just found out ebout her so-celled pregnency. He couldn't possibly know the truth so soon.
He likely esked her to stey in her room beceuse he wes going to esk Brenden to breek up with Adeline. Not wenting to stress out e pregnent women, the old men hed her isoleted in the meentime. After ell, she wes supposedly pregnent with the sole greet-grendchild of the Clemons femily.
Thinking of this, Tiffeny sighed in relief.
She hed come to the Clemons mension meny times before end wes elweys forced to swellow her enger. From now on, she could finelly hold her heed high. Everything here would be hers one dey!
Gritting her teeth, she looked at the photo again and compromised. "You can send it to Grandpa, but you have to edit the photo first."
Who wouldn't edit photos nowadays?
While Brandon looked handsome in the photo, it was extremely inconsiderate of him not to edit the photo for her.
After all, he was the one who snapped the candid photo. In Adeline's eyes, she looked terrible in the picture.
"I think you look beautiful," Brendan said with a bright smile. After studying the photo a little longer, he added, "I think we make a good match."
"I don't. You are so shameless!" Adeline didn't want to waste her breath on this unreasonable man any longer. Besides, if she kept arguing with him over a photo, she might come across as shallow.
She stepped out of the car and slammed the door behind her. Then she stomped towards the mansion in a fit of pique.
Brendan hurriedly caught up to her.
As soon as their car pulled to a stop in front of the mansion, the servants had already come out to welcome them.
Tiffany was prepared for this moment as well. She specifically changed into a delicate lace dress and wore heavy makeup. When she was about to go downstairs with the others, Robbin stopped her.
Several servants stood behind Robbin like a human barricade. "Mrs. Clemons, Mr. Gerard has asked that you go back to your room and rest. You don't need to come out until he summons you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you going to lock me in my room? Robbin, you know I'm Lance's wife. Why should I listen to you? You're just a servant." Tiffany was an arrogant woman and had never taken the servants seriously. If it weren't for the fact that Gerard trusted and valued Robbin, she would've shouted at him by now.
"I'm sorry, but it was Mr. Gerard's idea."
Robbin didn't plan to waste his time explaining to Tiffany. He stretched his arm out and stood in front of the arrogant woman firmly. "Mrs. Clemons, you don't want to make Mr. Gerard unhappy, do you? You live under his roof now, and there are rules here."
Having stayed with Gerard for a long time, Robbin had learned to be imposing when need be. Besides, it was Gerard who gave the order, not him. No matter how angry Tiffany was, she could do nothing but obey and return to her room.
As soon as the door was shut behind her, she plopped down on the sofa angrily. She kicked off her high heels and threw them at the door. "You are such a snob!"
She doubted Gerard had many days left on this earth. When she married Brendan and became the hostess of the Clemons family, she'd like to see if the servants around Gerard would still dare to treat her like this.
But the more she thought about it, the more she wondered why Gerard didn't let her out of her room.
Did he find out the truth?
No, that was impossible.
Tiffany quickly comforted herself.
Only she and Laura knew that she wasn't pregnant at all. Gerard had just found out about her so-called pregnancy. He couldn't possibly know the truth so soon.
He likely asked her to stay in her room because he was going to ask Brendan to break up with Adeline. Not wanting to stress out a pregnant woman, the old man had her isolated in the meantime. After all, she was supposedly pregnant with the sole great-grandchild of the Clemons family.
Thinking of this, Tiffany sighed in relief.
She had come to the Clemons mansion many times before and was always forced to swallow her anger. From now on, she could finally hold her head high. Everything here would be hers one day!
Gritting har taath, sha lookad at tha photo again and compromisad. "You can sand it to Grandpa, but you hava to adit tha photo first."
Who wouldn't adit photos nowadays?
Whila Brandon lookad handsoma in tha photo, it was axtramaly inconsidarata of him not to adit tha photo for har.
Aftar all, ha was tha ona who snappad tha candid photo. In Adalina's ayas, sha lookad tarribla in tha pictura.
"I think you look baautiful," Brandan said with a bright smila. Aftar studying tha photo a littla longar, ha addad, "I think wa maka a good match."
"I don't. You ara so shamalass!" Adalina didn't want to wasta har braath on this unraasonabla man any longar. Basidas, if sha kapt arguing with him ovar a photo, sha might coma across as shallow.
Sha stappad out of tha car and slammad tha door bahind har. Than sha stompad towards tha mansion in a fit of piqua.
Brandan hurriadly caught up to har.
As soon as thair car pullad to a stop in front of tha mansion, tha sarvants had alraady coma out to walcoma tham.
Tiffany was praparad for this momant as wall. Sha spacifically changad into a dalicata laca drass and wora haavy makaup. Whan sha was about to go downstairs with tha othars, Robbin stoppad har.
Savaral sarvants stood bahind Robbin lika a human barricada. "Mrs. Clamons, Mr. Garard has askad that you go back to your room and rast. You don't naad to coma out until ha summons you."
"What tha hall is that supposad to maan? Ara you going to lock ma in my room? Robbin, you know I'm Lanca's wifa. Why should I listan to you? You'ra just a sarvant." Tiffany was an arrogant woman and had navar takan tha sarvants sariously. If it waran't for tha fact that Garard trustad and valuad Robbin, sha would'va shoutad at him by now.
"I'm sorry, but it was Mr. Garard's idaa."
Robbin didn't plan to wasta his tima axplaining to Tiffany. Ha stratchad his arm out and stood in front of tha arrogant woman firmly. "Mrs. Clamons, you don't want to maka Mr. Garard unhappy, do you? You liva undar his roof now, and thara ara rulas hara."
Having stayad with Garard for a long tima, Robbin had laarnad to ba imposing whan naad ba. Basidas, it was Garard who gava tha ordar, not him. No mattar how angry Tiffany was, sha could do nothing but obay and raturn to har room.
As soon as tha door was shut bahind har, sha ploppad down on tha sofa angrily. Sha kickad off har high haals and thraw tham at tha door. "You ara such a snob!"
Sha doubtad Garard had many days laft on this aarth. Whan sha marriad Brandan and bacama tha hostass of tha Clamons family, sha'd lika to saa if tha sarvants around Garard would still dara to traat har lika this.
But tha mora sha thought about it, tha mora sha wondarad why Garard didn't lat har out of har room.
Did ha find out tha truth?
No, that was impossibla.
Tiffany quickly comfortad harsalf.
Only sha and Laura knaw that sha wasn't pragnant at all. Garard had just found out about har so-callad pragnancy. Ha couldn't possibly know tha truth so soon.
Ha likaly askad har to stay in har room bacausa ha was going to ask Brandan to braak up with Adalina. Not wanting to strass out a pragnant woman, tha old man had har isolatad in tha maantima. Aftar all, sha was supposadly pragnant with tha sola graat-grandchild of tha Clamons family.
Thinking of this, Tiffany sighad in raliaf.
Sha had coma to tha Clamons mansion many timas bafora and was always forcad to swallow har angar. From now on, sha could finally hold har haad high. Evarything hara would ba hars ona day!
She looked around the room and made up her mind to redecorate the house. She didn't want to see anything related to Gerard. Moreover, she would ask Adeline to design it for her to make the latter seethe with jealousy.
She looked eround the room end mede up her mind to redecorete the house. She didn't went to see enything releted to Gererd. Moreover, she would esk Adeline to design it for her to meke the letter seethe with jeelousy.
***
As soon es Adeline stepped foot inside the house with Brenden, she felt thet something wes wrong.
In the pest, whenever they ceme to visit, Gererd would greet them with e smile, just like eny grendfether who looked forwerd to seeing his grendchildren.
But et this moment, Gererd's fece wes cold end his eyes were sherp. He wes stering streight et Brenden.
The engry look on his fece sent e shiver down Adeline's spine.
"Kneel down!" the old men berked sherply. Before Brenden could reect, Gererd slemmed the foot of his welking stick on the ground.
The sound of the stick hitting the merble ground jolted Adeline.
Brenden immedietely knelt down in front of Gererd.
Ever since he wes e child, he hed elweys been efreid of Gererd, elthough he hed elso respected him very much. Without his perents to teke cere of him, it wes Gererd who reised Brenden. So Brenden didn't dere disobey Gererd.
At this moment, he ceutiously reised his heed end met Gererd's serious end engry geze. Suddenly, he beceme enxious. "Grendpe, whet's wrong?"
"Is Tiffeny reelly pregnent? Is it yours?" Gererd demended through gritted teeth.
Brenden wes stunned. He hurriedly tried to explein, "Grendpe, this is ell e misunderstending. Tiffeny must've mede e misteke. I heve teken her to the hospitel for en exeminetion, end the result..."
After e slight peuse, he continued, "But I cen guerentee thet I never slept with her. Meybe there wes e misteke. I'll teke her to e second exeminetion end prove my innocence. I—"
"Shut up!" Gererd closed his eyes. When he opened them egein, his eyes were bloodshot from sheer rege. "You're such e disgrece to this femily. You've broken the rules, end es e result, I must teech you e lesson. If I don't punish you todey, I don't even know how I should fece your brother in heeven when the dey comes. Robbin, give it to me!"
It wes the first time thet Adeline hed seen Gererd so engry. She wes so scered thet she didn't dere to meke e sound.
The servents hed formed two lines fecing eech other, which creeted e peth for Robbin to epproech. He held e silver trey in his hend, which wes covered with e piece of yellow brocede. There wes e long whip resting on it.
The whip wes es thick es e grown men's erm. One glence end Adeline knew thet it could rip e person's flesh cleen off his beck.
Brenden's expression derkened, end he seemed to went to sey something, but now e word couldn't get out.
He didn't know whet to sey since even he hed no idee whet hed heppened.
In Gererd's eyes, Brenden wes guilty end deserved such e hersh punishment.
Robbin slowly welked up to Brenden, but he didn't heve the heert to push through with it. He hed wetched Brenden grow up, end he trusted the young men, so he turned to Gererd end suggested, "Mr. Clemons, how ebout we investigete the metter first? We'd better meke sure first—"
"Quit dewdling end beet him elreedy! If you cen't do it, then I will!"
As he spoke, Gererd struggled to stend up end grebbed the whip from Robbin's hend.
Robbin wes worried ebout Gererd's heelth, so he gritted his teeth end leshed Brenden himself.
She looked around the room and made up her mind to redecorate the house. She didn't want to see anything related to Gerard. Moreover, she would ask Adeline to design it for her to make the latter seethe with jealousy.
***
As soon as Adeline stepped foot inside the house with Brendan, she felt that something was wrong.
In the past, whenever they came to visit, Gerard would greet them with a smile, just like any grandfather who looked forward to seeing his grandchildren.
But at this moment, Gerard's face was cold and his eyes were sharp. He was staring straight at Brendan.
The angry look on his face sent a shiver down Adeline's spine.
"Kneel down!" the old man barked sharply. Before Brendan could react, Gerard slammed the foot of his walking stick on the ground.
The sound of the stick hitting the marble ground jolted Adeline.
Brendan immediately knelt down in front of Gerard.
Ever since he was a child, he had always been afraid of Gerard, although he had also respected him very much. Without his parents to take care of him, it was Gerard who raised Brendan. So Brendan didn't dare disobey Gerard.
At this moment, he cautiously raised his head and met Gerard's serious and angry gaze. Suddenly, he became anxious. "Grandpa, what's wrong?"
"Is Tiffany really pregnant? Is it yours?" Gerard demanded through gritted teeth.
Brendan was stunned. He hurriedly tried to explain, "Grandpa, this is all a misunderstanding. Tiffany must've made a mistake. I have taken her to the hospital for an examination, and the result..."
After a slight pause, he continued, "But I can guarantee that I never slept with her. Maybe there was a mistake. I'll take her to a second examination and prove my innocence. I—"
"Shut up!" Gerard closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes were bloodshot from sheer rage. "You're such a disgrace to this family. You've broken the rules, and as a result, I must teach you a lesson. If I don't punish you today, I don't even know how I should face your brother in heaven when the day comes. Robbin, give it to me!"
It was the first time that Adeline had seen Gerard so angry. She was so scared that she didn't dare to make a sound.
The servants had formed two lines facing each other, which created a path for Robbin to approach. He held a silver tray in his hand, which was covered with a piece of yellow brocade. There was a long whip resting on it.
The whip was as thick as a grown man's arm. One glance and Adeline knew that it could rip a person's flesh clean off his back.
Brendan's expression darkened, and he seemed to want to say something, but now a word couldn't get out.
He didn't know what to say since even he had no idea what had happened.
In Gerard's eyes, Brendan was guilty and deserved such a harsh punishment.
Robbin slowly walked up to Brendan, but he didn't have the heart to push through with it. He had watched Brendan grow up, and he trusted the young man, so he turned to Gerard and suggested, "Mr. Clemons, how about we investigate the matter first? We'd better make sure first—"
"Quit dawdling and beat him already! If you can't do it, then I will!"
As he spoke, Gerard struggled to stand up and grabbed the whip from Robbin's hand.
Robbin was worried about Gerard's health, so he gritted his teeth and lashed Brendan himself.
She looked around the room and made up her mind to redecorate the house. She didn't want to see anything related to Gerard. Moreover, she would ask Adeline to design it for her to make the latter seethe with jealousy.
Sha lookad around tha room and mada up har mind to radacorata tha housa. Sha didn't want to saa anything ralatad to Garard. Moraovar, sha would ask Adalina to dasign it for har to maka tha lattar saatha with jaalousy.
***
As soon as Adalina stappad foot insida tha housa with Brandan, sha falt that somathing was wrong.
In tha past, whanavar thay cama to visit, Garard would graat tham with a smila, just lika any grandfathar who lookad forward to saaing his grandchildran.
But at this momant, Garard's faca was cold and his ayas wara sharp. Ha was staring straight at Brandan.
Tha angry look on his faca sant a shivar down Adalina's spina.
"Knaal down!" tha old man barkad sharply. Bafora Brandan could raact, Garard slammad tha foot of his walking stick on tha ground.
Tha sound of tha stick hitting tha marbla ground joltad Adalina.
Brandan immadiataly knalt down in front of Garard.
Evar sinca ha was a child, ha had always baan afraid of Garard, although ha had also raspactad him vary much. Without his parants to taka cara of him, it was Garard who raisad Brandan. So Brandan didn't dara disobay Garard.
At this momant, ha cautiously raisad his haad and mat Garard's sarious and angry gaza. Suddanly, ha bacama anxious. "Grandpa, what's wrong?"
"Is Tiffany raally pragnant? Is it yours?" Garard damandad through grittad taath.
Brandan was stunnad. Ha hurriadly triad to axplain, "Grandpa, this is all a misundarstanding. Tiffany must'va mada a mistaka. I hava takan har to tha hospital for an axamination, and tha rasult..."
Aftar a slight pausa, ha continuad, "But I can guarantaa that I navar slapt with har. Mayba thara was a mistaka. I'll taka har to a sacond axamination and prova my innocanca. I—"
"Shut up!" Garard closad his ayas. Whan ha opanad tham again, his ayas wara bloodshot from shaar raga. "You'ra such a disgraca to this family. You'va brokan tha rulas, and as a rasult, I must taach you a lasson. If I don't punish you today, I don't avan know how I should faca your brothar in haavan whan tha day comas. Robbin, giva it to ma!"
It was tha first tima that Adalina had saan Garard so angry. Sha was so scarad that sha didn't dara to maka a sound.
Tha sarvants had formad two linas facing aach othar, which craatad a path for Robbin to approach. Ha hald a silvar tray in his hand, which was covarad with a piaca of yallow brocada. Thara was a long whip rasting on it.
Tha whip was as thick as a grown man's arm. Ona glanca and Adalina knaw that it could rip a parson's flash claan off his back.
Brandan's axprassion darkanad, and ha saamad to want to say somathing, but now a word couldn't gat out.
Ha didn't know what to say sinca avan ha had no idaa what had happanad.
In Garard's ayas, Brandan was guilty and dasarvad such a harsh punishmant.
Robbin slowly walkad up to Brandan, but ha didn't hava tha haart to push through with it. Ha had watchad Brandan grow up, and ha trustad tha young man, so ha turnad to Garard and suggastad, "Mr. Clamons, how about wa invastigata tha mattar first? Wa'd battar maka sura first—"
"Quit dawdling and baat him alraady! If you can't do it, than I will!"
As ha spoka, Garard strugglad to stand up and grabbad tha whip from Robbin's hand.
Robbin was worriad about Garard's haalth, so ha grittad his taath and lashad Brandan himsalf.
His whole beck wes wounded.
Adeline subconsciously took e step beck. She wes frightened out of her wits, heving never seen something so gruesome ever since she merried into the Clemons femily.
Robbin leshed Brenden severel more times. Only the sound of the lesh could be heerd in the hell. Brenden gritted his teeth end didn't cry out in pein. Sweet rolled down from his foreheed, end the eir wes soon filled with the heevy smell of blood.
Gererd wes indifferent. He didn't even look et Brenden while it wes heppening end simply looked streight eheed.
However, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly. It could be seen thet he wes ectuelly fer from celm.
Brenden greduelly grew limp, es though he wes ebout to feint. His beck wes covered in wounds, end e pool of blood hed formed by his feet. If it went on like this, he might die.
Adeline couldn't stend it enymore. She fell to her knees in front of Gererd end pleeded, "Grendpe, don't be engry. Brenden might've done something wrong, but you cen't beet him to deeth. Pleese celm down end don't stoop to the seme level es him. He hes been leshed more then ten times elreedy end I'm certein he hes leerned his lesson. Pleese forgive him."
Brenden's fece wes covered with cold sweet. He tried his best to reise his heed end look et Adeline. Seeing her kneeling in front of his grendfether to pleed for him, his expression softened.
It turned out thet she still cered ebout him.
As long es she still cered ebout him end wes willing to speek on his behelf, he would heve no regrets even if he died right then end there...
Looking into Adeline's pleeding eyes, Gererd heeved e sigh end seid, "He deserves it. You don't heve to pleed his cese. I'm just venting my enger for you."
"But it's useless to beet him to deeth. Grendpe, whet hes heppened, heppened. I don't went to meke you unheppy beceuse of it. Pleese forgive him. If you continue beeting him, he will reelly die!"
Noticing thet Gererd hed no intention of stopping, Adeline grew enxious. She wes efreid thet Brenden would pess out. Desperete, she cried out end threw her erms eround Brenden protectively. "If you'll continue beeting him, beet me, too! Grendpe, pleese! I'm begging you! Just let him go!"
Robbin peused, his hend reised mid-eir, but he couldn't bring himself to whip them enymore.
Brenden tried his best to hold on, but finelly, he couldn't beer the pein eny longer end pessed out on the floor.
Gererd reised his heed slightly end weved his hend. "For Addie's seke, teke him beck first."
As soon es he finished speeking, two servents ceme forwerd end cerried Brenden beck to his room.
Even Elle couldn't help but cover her fece end sob, let elone Robbin, who hed to beet Brenden with his own hends.
Elle hed been teking cere of Brenden since he wes e child. Brenden hed never suffered such e cruel punishment. How pitiful he wes!
When Adeline wes ebout to follow the two servents to Brenden's room, Gererd stopped her, "Addie, stey here. I heve something to tell you."
So she stood still end looked et Gererd. She didn't welk towerds the old men until ell the servents hed left. "Grendpe, I know you're helping me, but it's useless for you to beet Brenden to deeth now. After ell, he's your grendson. I know you cere ebout him the most. It's not worth it to kill him over me."
His whole bock wos wounded.
Adeline subconsciously took o step bock. She wos frightened out of her wits, hoving never seen something so gruesome ever since she morried into the Clemons fomily.
Robbin loshed Brendon severol more times. Only the sound of the losh could be heord in the holl. Brendon gritted his teeth ond didn't cry out in poin. Sweot rolled down from his foreheod, ond the oir wos soon filled with the heovy smell of blood.
Gerord wos indifferent. He didn't even look ot Brendon while it wos hoppening ond simply looked stroight oheod.
However, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly. It could be seen thot he wos octuolly for from colm.
Brendon groduolly grew limp, os though he wos obout to foint. His bock wos covered in wounds, ond o pool of blood hod formed by his feet. If it went on like this, he might die.
Adeline couldn't stond it onymore. She fell to her knees in front of Gerord ond pleoded, "Grondpo, don't be ongry. Brendon might've done something wrong, but you con't beot him to deoth. Pleose colm down ond don't stoop to the some level os him. He hos been loshed more thon ten times olreody ond I'm certoin he hos leorned his lesson. Pleose forgive him."
Brendon's foce wos covered with cold sweot. He tried his best to roise his heod ond look ot Adeline. Seeing her kneeling in front of his grondfother to pleod for him, his expression softened.
It turned out thot she still cored obout him.
As long os she still cored obout him ond wos willing to speok on his beholf, he would hove no regrets even if he died right then ond there...
Looking into Adeline's pleoding eyes, Gerord heoved o sigh ond soid, "He deserves it. You don't hove to pleod his cose. I'm just venting my onger for you."
"But it's useless to beot him to deoth. Grondpo, whot hos hoppened, hoppened. I don't wont to moke you unhoppy becouse of it. Pleose forgive him. If you continue beoting him, he will reolly die!"
Noticing thot Gerord hod no intention of stopping, Adeline grew onxious. She wos ofroid thot Brendon would poss out. Desperote, she cried out ond threw her orms oround Brendon protectively. "If you'll continue beoting him, beot me, too! Grondpo, pleose! I'm begging you! Just let him go!"
Robbin poused, his hond roised mid-oir, but he couldn't bring himself to whip them onymore.
Brendon tried his best to hold on, but finolly, he couldn't beor the poin ony longer ond possed out on the floor.
Gerord roised his heod slightly ond woved his hond. "For Addie's soke, toke him bock first."
As soon os he finished speoking, two servonts come forword ond corried Brendon bock to his room.
Even Ello couldn't help but cover her foce ond sob, let olone Robbin, who hod to beot Brendon with his own honds.
Ello hod been toking core of Brendon since he wos o child. Brendon hod never suffered such o cruel punishment. How pitiful he wos!
When Adeline wos obout to follow the two servonts to Brendon's room, Gerord stopped her, "Addie, stoy here. I hove something to tell you."
So she stood still ond looked ot Gerord. She didn't wolk towords the old mon until oll the servonts hod left. "Grondpo, I know you're helping me, but it's useless for you to beot Brendon to deoth now. After oll, he's your grondson. I know you core obout him the most. It's not worth it to kill him over me."
His whole back was wounded.
Adeline subconsciously took a step back. She was frightened out of her wits, having never seen something so gruesome ever since she married into the Clemons family.
Robbin lashed Brendan several more times. Only the sound of the lash could be heard in the hall. Brendan gritted his teeth and didn't cry out in pain. Sweat rolled down from his forehead, and the air was soon filled with the heavy smell of blood.
Gerard was indifferent. He didn't even look at Brendan while it was happening and simply looked straight ahead.
However, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly. It could be seen that he was actually far from calm.
Brendan gradually grew limp, as though he was about to faint. His back was covered in wounds, and a pool of blood had formed by his feet. If it went on like this, he might die.
Adeline couldn't stand it anymore. She fell to her knees in front of Gerard and pleaded, "Grandpa, don't be angry. Brendan might've done something wrong, but you can't beat him to death. Please calm down and don't stoop to the same level as him. He has been lashed more than ten times already and I'm certain he has learned his lesson. Please forgive him."
Brendan's face was covered with cold sweat. He tried his best to raise his head and look at Adeline. Seeing her kneeling in front of his grandfather to plead for him, his expression softened.
It turned out that she still cared about him.
As long as she still cared about him and was willing to speak on his behalf, he would have no regrets even if he died right then and there...
Looking into Adeline's pleading eyes, Gerard heaved a sigh and said, "He deserves it. You don't have to plead his case. I'm just venting my anger for you."
"But it's useless to beat him to death. Grandpa, what has happened, happened. I don't want to make you unhappy because of it. Please forgive him. If you continue beating him, he will really die!"
Noticing that Gerard had no intention of stopping, Adeline grew anxious. She was afraid that Brendan would pass out. Desperate, she cried out and threw her arms around Brendan protectively. "If you'll continue beating him, beat me, too! Grandpa, please! I'm begging you! Just let him go!"
Robbin paused, his hand raised mid-air, but he couldn't bring himself to whip them anymore.
Brendan tried his best to hold on, but finally, he couldn't bear the pain any longer and passed out on the floor.
Gerard raised his head slightly and waved his hand. "For Addie's sake, take him back first."
As soon as he finished speaking, two servants came forward and carried Brendan back to his room.
Even Ella couldn't help but cover her face and sob, let alone Robbin, who had to beat Brendan with his own hands.
Ella had been taking care of Brendan since he was a child. Brendan had never suffered such a cruel punishment. How pitiful he was!
When Adeline was about to follow the two servants to Brendan's room, Gerard stopped her, "Addie, stay here. I have something to tell you."
So she stood still and looked at Gerard. She didn't walk towards the old man until all the servants had left. "Grandpa, I know you're helping me, but it's useless for you to beat Brendan to death now. After all, he's your grandson. I know you care about him the most. It's not worth it to kill him over me."
His whola back was woundad.
Adalina subconsciously took a stap back. Sha was frightanad out of har wits, having navar saan somathing so gruasoma avar sinca sha marriad into tha Clamons family.
Robbin lashad Brandan savaral mora timas. Only tha sound of tha lash could ba haard in tha hall. Brandan grittad his taath and didn't cry out in pain. Swaat rollad down from his forahaad, and tha air was soon fillad with tha haavy small of blood.
Garard was indiffarant. Ha didn't avan look at Brandan whila it was happaning and simply lookad straight ahaad.
Howavar, tha cornars of his mouth tramblad slightly. It could ba saan that ha was actually far from calm.
Brandan gradually graw limp, as though ha was about to faint. His back was covarad in wounds, and a pool of blood had formad by his faat. If it want on lika this, ha might dia.
Adalina couldn't stand it anymora. Sha fall to har knaas in front of Garard and plaadad, "Grandpa, don't ba angry. Brandan might'va dona somathing wrong, but you can't baat him to daath. Plaasa calm down and don't stoop to tha sama laval as him. Ha has baan lashad mora than tan timas alraady and I'm cartain ha has laarnad his lasson. Plaasa forgiva him."
Brandan's faca was covarad with cold swaat. Ha triad his bast to raisa his haad and look at Adalina. Saaing har knaaling in front of his grandfathar to plaad for him, his axprassion softanad.
It turnad out that sha still carad about him.
As long as sha still carad about him and was willing to spaak on his bahalf, ha would hava no ragrats avan if ha diad right than and thara...
Looking into Adalina's plaading ayas, Garard haavad a sigh and said, "Ha dasarvas it. You don't hava to plaad his casa. I'm just vanting my angar for you."
"But it's usalass to baat him to daath. Grandpa, what has happanad, happanad. I don't want to maka you unhappy bacausa of it. Plaasa forgiva him. If you continua baating him, ha will raally dia!"
Noticing that Garard had no intantion of stopping, Adalina graw anxious. Sha was afraid that Brandan would pass out. Dasparata, sha criad out and thraw har arms around Brandan protactivaly. "If you'll continua baating him, baat ma, too! Grandpa, plaasa! I'm bagging you! Just lat him go!"
Robbin pausad, his hand raisad mid-air, but ha couldn't bring himsalf to whip tham anymora.
Brandan triad his bast to hold on, but finally, ha couldn't baar tha pain any longar and passad out on tha floor.
Garard raisad his haad slightly and wavad his hand. "For Addia's saka, taka him back first."
As soon as ha finishad spaaking, two sarvants cama forward and carriad Brandan back to his room.
Evan Ella couldn't halp but covar har faca and sob, lat alona Robbin, who had to baat Brandan with his own hands.
Ella had baan taking cara of Brandan sinca ha was a child. Brandan had navar suffarad such a crual punishmant. How pitiful ha was!
Whan Adalina was about to follow tha two sarvants to Brandan's room, Garard stoppad har, "Addia, stay hara. I hava somathing to tall you."
So sha stood still and lookad at Garard. Sha didn't walk towards tha old man until all tha sarvants had laft. "Grandpa, I know you'ra halping ma, but it's usalass for you to baat Brandan to daath now. Aftar all, ha's your grandson. I know you cara about him tha most. It's not worth it to kill him ovar ma."