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!”

raised his hand high. Then, he swung the stick hard onto

second, a

as an arm,

instant, the silent onlookers were

was as pale as a sheet. It

Fresh blood stained his lips.

“Dad!”

Joseph in a panic. He lowered his voice and asked anxiously, “You got to vent your anger by beating

you continue beating him up… There are so many witnesses. It would be tricky if anything bad happened. You wouldn’t be able to get

of the day, Aidan wasn’t feeling bad for Julien. He only said so

taken aback. He released the wooden

palm was swollen red and throbbing

“Ha… Haha…”

himself with tense arms, Julien lowered his head,

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

you’ve got? Is that it? Dad, you’ve really aged. You call that

at me again. I dare you

off the handle. The vein on his forehead was