After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 1143

Chapter 1143 Young Master Disappeared

"Look at him, acting like it doesn't hurt at all, not a single whimper from him. Are you all skipping meals? Give him a good thrashing for me!" Paloma slammed the cup she was holding onto the table with force.

The rattan flew through the air at twice its previous speed, and the sound it made was also louder.

Anthony understood the meaning of Paloma's words.

The fierce family punishment landed on him time and time again, leaving an additional bloodstain on his originally pristine shirt. It was quite terrifying, and just looking at it was enough to send shivers down one's spine.

Anthony no longer deliberately suppressed the pain, and his expression gradually became somewhat unbearable, with uncontrollable groans escaping from his throat.

"Uh..."

Anthony slouched, his hand on the ground to support himself. The bloodstains that had seeped through on his back looked extremely grim and tragic.

Mavis silently watched, her fingers turning white as she squeezed them, and her eyes began to sting. "Enough, please stop hitting!"

She struggled to break free from Kane's grip and ran straight over to protect Anthony.

"Mavis, this is the Callahan family's rule. Even if he's in power, he will be punished for his mistakes. Don't interfere." Paloma appeared calm on the surface, but she was actually relieved in her heart.

The beating was truly harsh. If this girl didn't show some reaction soon, she wouldn't be able to keep up the act for another second.

"Grandma, I promise you, we won't get divorced." Mavis carefully protected Anthony, avoiding his injuries and fearing it would worsen his pain.

In response to the request of Paloma, she made a compromise.

Anthony interrupted her and said, "I don't need you to compromise out of pity for me, and I certainly don't want to force you into making a decision."

Unless she willingly decided not to divorce, he will never engage in any behavior that forced her to stay.

"Not pity," she lowered her reddened eyes, "but I have come to my own realization."

She used to think that seeing Anthony in pain would make her feel happy.

Just now, Anthony was beaten because of her fault. She felt heartbroken and the pain tightened her entire chest.

She cannot just stand by and do nothing, watching passively.

Anthony's heart seemed to be struck by something, and he reached out to pull her into his arms.

She fell into his chest without any defense, clearly hearing the heavy and powerful beating of his heart.

At that moment, it felt as if everyone around had disappeared, and an inexplicable sense of peace settled in.

Paloma looked pleased and her lips curved upwards, but her butler Saul quickly cleared his throat to remind her that the play was not over yet.

Without getting hold of that divorce agreement, it was like a ticking time bomb in her mind and she can't feel at ease.

Mavis came to her senses and slowly pulled away from Anthony's embrace. She lowered her head and opened her bag, taking out a well-preserved piece of paper. She gently unfolded it and showed the side with writing on it to Paloma.

The divorce agreement was laid out in front of them.

Before Paloma could speak, she decisively tore up the paper in her hand and said, "I promise not to divorce Anthony. As long as we stay together, there will be no more disputes over Alistair's custody. Are you satisfied now?"

Paloma felt greatly relieved and cast approving glances, her heart filled with joy that she couldn't contain. However, she maintained a composed demeanor on her face and said, "Mavis, you're the most sensible one. Since that's the case, let's put away the family rules quickly and bring out the medicine box to send it to the ancestral hall."

After giving the order, Paloma turned around and walked away, afraid that if she slowed down even a step, her expression would give way.

As she passed by Anthony, Paloma raised her eyebrows at him. She remarked that even in crucial moments, he still had to rely on his grandmother to help him win his wife back. She was simply too good at arranging things!

Before leaving, she sent everyone away and only left the two of them.

The butler brought the medicine box and arranged the medicines that could be used. He explained the order of medication to Mavis and quickly left.

The blood-stained shirt was removed, revealing the clear scars.

Anthony's skin was extremely pale, yet his sturdy back was covered in old scars and now fresh blood marks, red lines that obscured the natural contours of his back muscles.

Those old scars silently spoke of how much pain and torment this body had once endured.

Mavis looked as her hands trembled while preparing the medicine.

Anthony could feel her low mood and gently touched her head, his eyes full of tenderness. "After all, I am the one in charge. The servants are just putting on a show. It doesn't hurt at all."

It was strange if it didn't hurt.