Lena looked at Avery's painful screams without any sympathy.
"If you dare to hurt Ethan again next time, it won't be just twenty lashes. I will take your life directly."
The old steward had already hit Averyfive or six times. Seeing that she was already in so much pain that she couldn't even scream, tears streaming down her face, he felt a bit sorry for her.
"Third Miss, should we stop now? Someone might die if we continue."
"No." Lena refused outright, "Keep hitting her! Not one lash less than twenty!" The more she looked at Avery's face, the more she couldn't help but feel resentful.
Two years ago, her most beloved nephew was repeatedly angered by that girl.
In Ethan's heart, she, his aunt who treated him as her own, was not even as important as a servant girl?
As his aunt, how could she still have any face left?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. As she watched Lao Hu's movements, which were already so heavy, and felt that it was not enough.
",Did you not have dinner tonight? Are you scratching a little kitten? Hit her with all your might! If we don't give her a taste of her own medicine now, she'll be climbing up to the roof in the future!"
It wasn't until he added a few more pounds of force that Lena finally closed her mouth, coldly watching Avery being beaten, and slowly curling up the corners of her mouth.
The resentment that had been building up in her heart for two years had finally been released today.
Lena knew that the girl in front of her named Avery was just a substitute.
As she looked at the face that was identical to the girl in her memory and saw the painful screams, a sense of indescribable pleasure appeared on her face, still full of charm. It was so satisfying.
For two years, she had been holding back this anger, and finally let it out today.
Twenty solid lashes were struck on Avery's buttocks, until she passed out from the pain.
Her hands were hanging vertically, her whole body lying on the bench, and the casual pants on her body had long been torn apart by the lashes.
Her buttocks were beaten until the skin was broken and the flesh was torn, a bloody red, and blood flowed from the wound. The corresponding ground was a shocking sight.
Henry finished the last lash and stopped, looking at Lena who was smiling coldly.
"Third Miss, the twenty lashes have been completed. What should we do now?"
Looking at the time, it was exactly twelve o'clock.
It was already this late, and everyone in the house had already gone to bed. Although Avery was screaming particularly miserably, due to the good sound insulation, it did not disturb anyone else.
Under the cover of the dark night, the large Blackwood mansion was peaceful and harmonious, which was in stark contrast to the blood-stained scene in the ancestral hall.
Lena looked down at Lu Shiqian and said coldly, "Of course, we should send her back. Don't let Grandpa see her in the morning and ruin everyone's mood."
"Yes Third Miss , I will immediately send someone to take her back to Third Master's place."
"Stop."
"Third miss , is there anything else you need?"
The old steward turned around, puzzled.
Lena frowned and said, "When did I say I wanted you to send her back to Ethan?.
This girl is a troublemaker. If she stays with him any longer, she might cause trouble for the Blackwood family. She's from the Wells family, which has already lost its power. They are not a match for our family. You should send her back to the Wells family now.""Yes, Third Miss ."
The Old steward responded and walked over. He had planned to pull Avery up from the stool, but considering that she had just been beaten with twenty big boards, she probably didn't have the strength to walk on her own. He even thought about carrying her on his shoulders and sending her out.
However, her injuries were too severe. The wounds on her bloody buttocks were stuck to her pants, and the stool beneath her was also stuck with the blood. They couldn't be separated for a while.
As a result,the Old steward could only sigh and lift the stool with Avery on it.
Although she had fainted from the pain, she still had a trace of consciousness left.
When the stool was lifted, she heard the rich woman's warning in a rude tone, "I hate your face. You should never have been born with such a face."
What did that mean?
Avery didn't understand and didn't have time to think about it.
Because soon, as the Old steward lifted her and the stool from the ground, her wounds were torn apart again. The pain caused her to faint again, and even the last trace of consciousness gradually dissipated.
At this time, there were not many people left in the house, even the servants who were working had gone to rest.
The steward carried her and went straight out of the hall.
When he was close to the door, a young man with a tall and imposing figure came in. The steward stopped in his tracks, moved Averyy body back, and lowered his head respectfully, "Young Master, you're back."
The man was wearing a blue suit and, as he passed by Henry carrying a woman, he made a sound of acknowledgement and glanced at them.
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The old mansion of the Wells family.
After the birthday banquet, the guests had left, and it was still a mess, with dishes and utensils everywhere, opened bottles of white wine and unopened cans of beer.
At this time, it had been five hours since Ethan took Avery away.
"Dad, if you still have any last resort, please tell me now. If you don't bring it out, our family will be finished, Dad!" Knowing that he had completely angered Ethan Blackwood at the banquet, Harrison was anxious and restless.
Although the old man had entrusted the Wells family to him, it was said that he still had a large sum of money.
That sum of money was more than twice as much as the Wells family's current assets.
If it were brought out now, not only could it save the entire Wells family, but Harrison would also have some confidence when facing the lawyer's letter sent by Ethan Blackwood tomorrow.
But the old man ignored Harrison and sat in his wheelchair, saying coldly, "Give up on that idea. I won't hand over the last hope of the Wells family to you."
Today, something big happened. The old lady's heart couldn't take it and she fainted a few times. She was taken back to her room and is currently receiving treatment from the family doctor.
The chaotic hall was empty, not even a servant in sight.
Only the old man and his son Harry as well as Alexis and Victoria who had just come down from upstairs. Upon hearing the old man's words, Victoria grumbled loudly with dissatisfaction, "If you don't give it to us, who else do you want to leave it to? Old man, don't forget, you only have one son Harrison, and he only has one son, Lucas ."
"Even if you don't give it to us now, what's the point? In the end, won't it still have to be handed over to Lucas ? We're all family, why can't you think clearly?"
Old man Wells snorted coldly without even looking at Victoria
"Old man, I'm telling you..."
Victoria was very dissatisfied with this.
"Mom, please stop. Grandpa has his own reasons for not giving it to us now. How can you and dad force grandpa like this..."
" Alexis, how can you speak like that?"
Just as they were speaking, a servant suddenly rushed in from outside, gasping for breath.
"Something's wrong, sir, madam, old man, Miss, she, she, she was sent back in a car and thrown outside the gate, covered in blood..."