You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1719

Chapter 1719: Whip Wound

Alisha cowered behind the crack of the door, witnessing Athena's terrifying side for the first time, which was drastically different from her impression of her.

Alisha was stunned. Was this still the mommy she knew? Although she had seen Athena's silent and gloomy appearance before, she had never seen Athena with such a ferocious expression, as if she wanted to kill the person in front of her. Her contorted face and the gentle smile in Alisha's memory were completely different.

Trembling with fear, she could barely stand on her shaky legs.

The whip struck the black-clad person over and over again. Their clothes had been torn open, revealing blurred flesh and emitting a nauseating smell in the air.

These subordinates of mommy had always taken care of her, giving her delicious food and fun things.

Now, watching them on the verge of death, struggling on the ground, Alisha suddenly summoned the courage to try and stop mommy's madness.

As soon as she made a move, it immediately caught Athena's attention.

"Who's there!" Athena shouted loudly, without hesitation. She lifted the whip and swung it towards the side of the door.

Alisha couldn't dodge in time and watched helplessly as the whip struck her arm, opening a bloody gash.

"Ah!" She cried out in pain, the intense agony causing her teeth to chatter, rendering her unable to speak.

Her small, fragile body slowly collapsed against the door.

When Athena heard the commotion by the door, she pushed her wheelchair over. As she saw Alisha fall to the ground from the door, her forehead hitting the floor and bleeding, and the whip mark on Alisha's arm caused by her own hand, she was instantly shocked. This was bad. She had actually hit Alisha.

How would she explain this when Luther came back?

She quickly approached Alisha and gave her a strong push. "Does it hurt? Alisha, are you alright?"

Alisha remained motionless, apparently already unconscious from the pain.

With her weak constitution and recent recovery from a serious illness, she couldn't withstand such turmoil.

Athena kicked Alisha twice, but seeing that she didn't move, she started to panic. She shouted loudly, "Someone come, quickly get her up."

Several black-clad individuals outside the door heard the noise and rushed in. One of them stepped forward to lift Alisha up. "Miss Athena, she's injured. Her arm is bleeding profusely. Can we bandage her?"

Athena waved her hand irritably. "Go, just give her a simple bandage."

"And these two," pointing at the two barely conscious black-clad individuals she had beaten, her voice colder than ice, "take them away, give them some money, and leave them in the mountains to fend for themselves. I never want to see them again. Tell everyone, this is the consequence of betraying or defying me!"

"Yes," the leader of the black-clad individuals responded.

Glancing at the companions lying on the ground, sympathy appeared in his eyes. Later, he would instruct others to secretly send them away, to a private hospital, and provide them with money. If they were really left in the mountains as Athena commanded, they would undoubtedly die. This woman was truly ruthless.

Soon, the injured black-clad individuals were dragged away, and someone came in to clean up the bloodstains.

In no time, the villa was cleaned up, without a trace of disorder, as if nothing had ever happened.

The leader of the black-clad individuals was named Jacob Stevens. He gave Alisha a simple bandage. The wound was deep, and the torn flesh and blood were smeared together. When he tore open the clothes, he couldn't bear to look directly at it.

It was too cruel for a child.

This was an iron whip, even adults couldn't endure it, let alone a four-year-old child.