Can’t Win Me Back

Julien had just finished speaking when Joseph leaped to his feet. His expression was dark. He snatched the stick from the butler and strode toward Julien.

Out of nowhere, he heard a swoosh. He felt a sharp pain in his leg. Without him noticing, two bodyguards had rushed behind him. With a whack of the stick, he ended up kneeling on the ground.

“You ingrate! You’ve made such a grave mistake! How dare you laugh and talk back to me?”

Joseph glared at him. His eyes were bloodshot. He raised his arm and smacked Julien on the back with the stick. He was merciless. The smack was so loud that it made everyone shudder.

Yet, Julien only let out a muffled cry—a single muffled cry.

Over and over again, he was being beaten on his back. It felt as if he was being hit by large hailstones. Two bodyguards grabbed him by his arm, incapacitating him from fighting back.

His body hurt so badly that he just wanted to curl up into a ball. His vision became blurry. He could even taste his own blood at the back of his throat.

But he was not going to beg for forgiveness. He refused to yield.

Aidan was frightened and alarmed to see how Julien was being beaten up. He turned his face away and didn’t dare to continue watching.

“A good child doesn’t need to be taught; a misbehaving child deserves a strict teacher. You are uneducated, incompetent, and not even working a decent job.

You can’t even differentiate the good from the bad. You deserve a beating!”

hand high. Then,

the next second, a loud crack

as thick as an arm,

silent onlookers were in an

as a sheet. It was as if he was in an ice cave. He started

lower lip. Fresh blood

“Dad!”

asked anxiously, “You got to vent your anger by beating Julien up.

There are so many witnesses. It would be tricky if anything bad happened. You wouldn’t be able to get past

day, Aidan wasn’t feeling bad for Julien. He only said so in order to save Joseph from

He released the wooden stick

himself. His palm was

“Ha… Haha…”

was on the ground. Supporting himself with tense arms, Julien lowered his head, concealing the storm of emotions brewing within him from

the mask of stoicism he wore, a provocative laugh escaped his lips, betraying the intensity of his inner

You call that corporal punishment? I barely felt anything! It

dare you to beat

Joseph flew off the handle. The vein on his forehead was pulsating like crazy.