Took the Hit from the Pot Lid

"Go ahead!"

Joseph wore a grim smile. "You know what? The worst scenario for me is to get a beating from my grandpa and then take like a month to recover. But you manipulated me, like I'm a fool. That is utter humiliation! I want you to pay for it now! I'll let you know what it takes to play me!"

"No! No...."

When Isabella's hair touched the water, she cried and screamed, "Please don't do it to me! My stepfather often drowns me like this! I really can't stand it! Please!"

Isabella's tears rolled down into the bucket, and her cries sounded anguished. "Carl abused you?" Joseph stopped and asked doubtfully.

"He will beat me whenever he is in a bad mood!"

"He locked me in a dark basement and pressed my head into ice water until I fainted. I'm afraid of water! I really do! Please, Joseph. I'm sorry for what I've done. But please punish me another way!"