NovelFinishChapter 219 Rupert lay face-down on the bed, silent and brooding.
Chris gently lifted the jacket covering him and let out a sharp breath.
Even though the bodyguards had gone easy on him, the first few lashes had clearly been delivered with force. Especially with the whip being wet-it felt like it had thorns that dug deep into the flesh.
"What on earth happened this time? Is this about Sylvia again...?" Chris trailed off, realization hitting him, "Is she giving you grief again? It's like she's got it out for you." Rupert shot him a cold look.
Even Edwin, standing nearby, cleared his throat in disapproval at Chris's remark about Sylvia.
Chris awkwardly clammed up, put on gloves, and tended to the wounds. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Aside from three deep cuts, the rest aren't too bad. Whoever hit you knew how to avoid the vital spots. With scare, you'll be fine." He handed Rupert santibiotics from the med kit.
As Rupert sat up to take the pills, Edwin's phone buzzed incessantly in the background.
"Edwin, just take the call." Glancing at the screen, Edwin dismissed it with a shrug. "It's not important. How are you feeling?" "Better." Rupert stayed seated, his face a mask of detached indifference.
Chris packed up the med kit and stood. "Mr. Edwin, let him rest. We should go." Edwin hesitated but eventually nodded, ushering everyone out of the room.
As they descended the stairs, Chris stopped Edwin.
"Mr. Edwin, sometimes you need the right person to untangle the mess." "Yeah, I know..." Edwin sighed and walked away.
As he returned, he noticed Fiona and Warren directing the servants to haul out their luggage.
Remembering Rupert's condition, anger flared within him.
"Hold it right there!" They turned around.
Fiona immediately put on a pleasant smile. "Edwin, Warren and I are just heading to my parents' for a few days." "Oh, really? Cashing in and making a run for it?" Edwin snapped.
"What are you implying, Edwin? If you're referring to the deal between the Carmen Group and the Rockfield family, that was our group's doing. As the saying goes, 'To the victor belong the spoils.' Rupert was just toonaive." Fiona's smile was laced with mockery.
Edwin clenched his fists, ready to lash out at Fiona.
Warren stepped forward protectively.
"Uncle Edwin, we genuinely had no idea about this. If you want an investigation, by all means. We'll cooperate." His handsface held a knowing smirk, as if daring Edwin to dig deeper.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter all, any investigation would inevitably drag Sylvia into the spotlight.
Feeling triumphant, Warren was caught off guard when Edwin slapped him hard across the face.
"This slap is fromas Sylvia's stepfather! She trusted you, and this is how you repay her?" Then, another slap followed.
"And this one is fromas your uncle! Your parents might parents might not have taught you better, but I will! If Rupert hadn't spared you, would you be handing here so smugly?"
Warren wiped the corner of his mouth, smirking defiantly. "Whym should care if he spared me? He lost!" Edwin chuckled darkly. "He lost, did he? Well, let's see if the Carmen family can really rise to the top. Those who pretend to be more than they are never meet a good end." "You-" Fiona bristled, about to retort, but Warren held her back.
"Mom, leave it. Uncle Edwin's just talking nonsense. Grandpa's in a bad mood..
e Best not to disturb him." "Alright." The two quickly made their way to the door.
Edwin snorted and walked off in the opposite direction.
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