Chapter 1700
Daisie had grown up in a very protective household, just like a delicate flower that was raised in a greenhouse and had never experienced a single storm in its life.
So, how could she have seen such cruelties? That was especially so when he was related to why Ayan got tortured in the first place.
Another reason Nollace did not dare to tell Daisie about Ayan was that he was worried she would learn about his involvement.
That was why he had only left his good side to Daisie.
At the same time, on the other side of the city, in the Pruitt manor The sound of a slap resounded in the living room.
Freyja’s face was turned to the side, and her cheek flushed.She did not scream out of pain but listened to Sandy’s reprimand.
"Just whose side are you on? Your brother’s plan almost succeeded, and you’ve ruined it!"As long as Daisie and Nollace could no longer get along because of this incident, Ken would have the opportunity to use this incident to get a hold of the daughter of the Goldmanns.However, she did not expect this ungrateful daughter of hers would betray her own family! Freyja stared at her furious mother and asked calmly, "Mother, I don’t hope to see you two walk down a path of no return.Do you really think the Goldmanns are a family you can deal with?"
Sandy sneered.
"It’s not up to you to decide whether I can handle them or not.I only want the daughter of the Goldmanns to break up with that b*stard, Nollace."
"Didn’t Nollace take a fancy to Daisie only because of the Goldmanns’ status and power that she had behind her? If she doesn’t have the Goldmanns to back her up, how would he possibly even take a closer look at her?"
What Sandy said did not surprise Freyja at all as she had gotten used to it long ago.
"Ken did inherit all his conceit from you."
"How dare you talk back to me! ?"
Sandy slapped her again.
Freyja’s ears buzzed this time around, and the hand hanging by her side clenched tightly.It seemed like that was not sufficient for Sandy to vent her exasperation, however.
Thus, she yelled at the servants, "Bring me the whip!"
The servants looked at each other in dismay but did not dare to say a word, so they did as ordered.
Sandy grabbed the whip and pointed it at her.
"You, kneel before me."
Freyja knelt on the ground.
Sandy swung the leather whip at her body, and the excruciating pain made Freyj’s body tense up.
Every inch of her flesh that ended up covered in whip marks hid well under her clothes as they trembled from the agony.
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