The whip lashed across Lucas' body, and he winced slightly. Hearing Frederick's words, he retorted sarcastically, "If you hate me that much, you might as well kill me now."

"You think I don't want to?" Frederick panted, exhausted from the beating, his eyes filled with malice." Once I find Leo, I'll gladly kill you!"

Lucas' clothes were torn, and his arms and back were bleeding, presenting a gruesome sight. He looked at Frederick mockingly. "Well, you might never see him, even in death."

"You ungrateful son!" Frederick's chest heaved with anger, raising the whip to strike again.

Lucas stood up and said coldly, "Save your strength for next time. I have things to do." "Stop right there!" Frederick shouted, trembling with rage, pointing a shaking finger at him.

But Lucas never listened to him.

He had knelt down and taken the beating today for reasons Frederick couldn't fathom.

Lucas had died in

medication. Frederick, don't get so worked up. You need to take care

some water, gradually calming down. "Didn't he divorce Aveline? Find a suitable girl from another family for him to marry immediately and have an heir!" Yvonne

If he chooses to stay in the Tudor family, he must

temperament. He won't go along

were cold. "Then find

though he divorced Aveline, he still seems to care about her. Maybe we could have Aveline get pregnant?" Frederick scoffed, "Someone like Aveline doesn't

Yvonne sighed softly.

family would be a good choice. Spend more time with

deep drag. He then noticed his

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