You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1766

Chapter 1766: Cleansing the Saunders Family

A maid in the kitchen prepared breakfast and respectfully brought sandwiches and milk to Vicki.

"Mrs. Warner, you must be hungry. Please have breakfast," the maid said.

Vicki took the milk and drank it in one gulp. Then she picked up the sandwich and started eating, while commanding Westbrook.

"Lick the jam off the table. If I see even a bit left, I'll slap your buttocks into two halves!"

Poor Westbrook could only cry as he licked the jam off the table.

Another maid brought a stool for Vicki to sit on.

But Vicki didn't sit down. Instead, she raised one leg and placed it on the stool, with her long skirt cascading down, looking elegant and beautiful.

Westbrook finally finished licking the jam off the table. His pants were already soaked.

He cried, "I want to change my pants! I want to change my pants! Wah, you're a bad person! You're a bad person! You're bullying me, wah!"

Saying that, Westbrook tried to crawl off the table.

"Hold on." Vicki suddenly walked over and lifted Westbrook, who was trying to crawl down, back onto the table.

"You're right, little brother. I am a bad person. There are many bad people outside like me. When you go out, you'll be taught by many bad people, and they will be even harsher than me. Do you believe that? You're the king at home, but outside, you're nothing." Vicki sternly lectured Westbrook.

She brought the glass of juice to Westbrook's face. "Drink all of this, and you have to eat everything in it. Nothing should be left."

The juice had bacon soaked in it, creating a greasy layer on top of the juice, making it look disgusting.

Westbrook couldn't bring himself to drink it.

"Wah, I don't want to drink it. I'm already full, wah, wah, wah," Westbrook cried.

Westbrook stared at the glass, refusing to drink.

Vicki couldn't be bothered to waste time. She took out her whip and lashed it in front of Westbrook.

Startled, Westbrook fell backward onto the table, afraid of being hit. He had no choice but to pick up the glass of juice and start drinking. The juice, which was originally sweet, had been soaked in salty bacon, making it taste extremely unpleasant. It had a greasy and nauseating flavor.

Westbrook made a disgusted face as he ate.

But he didn't dare to spit it out, forcing himself to finish it all.

He ate and cried at the same time.

Vicki warned, "Wasting food will bring divine punishment. Since no one is disciplining you, I'll do it from now on. If I see it happen again, next time, I'll make you lick the floor and walls clean. Do you hear me? Answer loudly!"

Westbrook nodded while crying, "Yes, I understand!"

"And the piano is for playing, not for stepping on. Since you like stepping on things so much, I'll make you go to the yard and pull out weeds and do chores to compensate for the cost of repairing the piano. Do you understand?" Vicki pulled Westbrook off the table. "Call me sister-in-law, otherwise, I'll hit you every time I see you."

"Sister-in-law," Westbrook reluctantly called out.