Chapter 6: Whipping
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Ivy laughed. It wasn’t a lighthearted laugh that could bring warmth to a person. It was a laughter filled with coldness, chilling the three people in the living room.
"I-Ivy... get a hold of yourself!" Serphina hollered, fear etched on her face.
On a closer look, her eyes held a hint of confusion, too.
The litte b*tch whom she always had under her control and never contradicted her, suddenly transformed into someone completely unknown person.
"If you don’t apologize and kneel now... I... I will get angry!" Serphina continued to threaten.
Ivy was just a little b*tch, Serphina had picked. How can she show attitude to her? Who gives her the right to do so?
Ivy should be bowing to Isla and Serphina!
"Then be furious. Mother." Ivy emphasized the word ’mother,’ causing Serphina to shiver in fear.
Ignoring her family members, Ivy walked up to where the whip was and took it out from the drawer.