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.

increased fury. He couldn't help but think how much better it would have been if Lucas had died in the fire back then. The Tudor family would be a harmonious, peaceful place, not the chaotic mess it had become because

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

calming down. "Didn't he divorce Aveline? Find a suitable girl from another family for him to marry

"He has no choice! If he chooses

looked troubled. "You know his temperament. He won't go

eyes were cold. "Then find a way to make

about her. Maybe we could have Aveline get pregnant?" Frederick scoffed, "Someone

Yvonne sighed softly.

family would be a good choice. Spend more time with Mrs. Thompson." Yvonne

in his car, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag. He then noticed his phone on the seat. Picking it up,

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