Chapter 278
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Shane knew he was pretending to be in a coma.
Mr. Benedict spoke softly. "Anselm doesn't understand. Luckily you don't have any big problems. I'll punish him later."
"Dad."
Anselm was very dissatisfied.
Based on what does he deserve to be punished? He's just a little unlucky.
He wished the other bullet had hit Shane's heart or head.
Bertha had heard that the Miller's house was a traditional family, with strict ideas and family rules, but she had no concept of Mr. Benedict, she came here to watch the play anyway.
Shane did not answer Mr. Benedict, his face was gloomy and cold as ice, and he was very dissatisfied.
Liam spoke for him. "Mr. Benedict, are you covering up your son's shortcomings? This time if my young master wasn't lucky, the head of Miller's house would probably be someone else right now. The young master intends to beat Anselm ten times."
Anselm gritted his teeth in resentment. "Shane, you're still alive and well, but you want to hit me? Aren't you going too far?"
Shane's eyes were cold, he added indifferently. "You should be glad I didn't die, otherwise I would have increased the punishment."
Harold is the keeper of the punishment tools, he holds Mr. Miller returned to his room, just in time to return to the lobby.
Now Anselm can no longer rely on anyone.
At Miller's house, every time someone is punished, they have to take off their shirt and beat them.
Bertha was still sitting on Shane's lap.
He patted her small waist, his eyes also looking towards Liam. "You take Bertha out first, I'll be there later."
"Yes."
Bertha refused. "I won't go. His figure is not as good as yours. I don't like to look at it, but I want to see how miserable his end will be."
Except for this reason, because Liam once told her that half a year ago, Shane was beaten twenty times because of her. She is very curious to know how powerful the rules of Miller's house are.
Shane didn't say a word.
Bertha hugged his arm, muttering. "Shane, you have to trust me."
Shane couldn't stand the soft sound of her voice at all, so he decided to compromise.
Anselm was forced to kneel in the middle of the hall, revealing his skinny back. Before he even started, his whole body was shaking, as if he was scared to the core.
Mr. Benedict doesn't want to see his son beaten, but Harold is here, which proves that Mr. Miller tacitly agreed, he could only sit by and watch, doing nothing.
Harold took the rope, then bowed to Anselm. "I'm sorry."
As soon as that sentence ended, a tearing sound rang out, the flesh on Anselm's back was torn apart, leaving a trail of blood.
Because he was thin, every hit was like a slap to the bone, blood was pouring out, and the sight made people scared.
At first, Anselm was able to withstand two hits, but when Harold hit him the fifth time, he was in so much pain that he could not bear it. He continued to cry out in pain, his face and dignity were gone, and the pain in his back got even worse, causing internal pain.
Shane's expression did not change at all, his eyes were cold, he told the bodyguard to hold Anselm's shoulders tightly.
When Harold hit him for the eighth time, Anselm was in so much pain that he fainted on the spot.
Shane told the maid to throw water on his face to wake him up, and then Harold gave the last two blows.
Anselm's face turned white, he was completely unconscious, and finally, Mr. Benedict told his bodyguard to carry him away. There were only ten blows, but his back was divided into small diamond-shaped pieces, the skin peeling off and no one dared to look.
Bertha silently watched, on the outside she was calm, but inside her heart was stormy.
Seeing it so clearly, she felt that the punishment at Miller's house was terrible.
But what made her suffocate was, that Anselm was beaten ten times, his back was injured like this, and he almost died.
Shane was twice as resilient as Anselm to withstand injury, and then he insisted on returning to the beach villa with her.
How much pain would he have felt at that time?
Bertha's heart ached and hurt.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have been able to truly feel how much pain Shane initially suffered, and how many painful wounds his body had on him.
Feelings of guilt, self-blame, and sadness filled her heart.
Her mind was in chaos and shock when suddenly Shane pulled her hand and left Miller's house.
By the time she got in the car, her eyes were red, like a scared rabbit.
Shane hugged her and kissed her forehead, his tone was a bit self-reproachful. 'Are you scared? It's because I'm not good. This bloody scene is nothing worth seeing, I should let Liam take you back first."
Bertha's nose was sour, she buried her face in his neck, sobbing softly.
'The one who should say sorry is me. Now I know how painfully you were beaten before. At that time, I didn't comfort you, I was angry with you. I'm really bad."
"Blabbing."
Shane held her small tear-filled face, his tone serious. 'Hit is a kiss, scolding is love. You being aggressive and irritable with me means you love me very much. I'm very happy. "
Bertha knew he was just comforting her, so she didn't feel any less guilty, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.
'It's all over, my wound healed a long time ago, it didn't even leave a scar, I don't have any pain at all."
Shane leaned down, his cold thin lips patiently kissing her tears. 'Your tears are more precious to me than Nautica's black pearls. Don't cry anymore, if you cry, I will go bankrupt."
