In the main hall of the Falcon's house.
John sat on the sofa. He frowned and looked angry. He steadily closed his eyes and quietly listened to the whipping sounds in the garden.
Melinda held her handkerchief and cried all the time. Her voice was already hoarse.
But this time, John was really in a rage and completely ignored her plea.
Rebecca's face was still swollen from the beating last night, looking like she had something in her mouth. It was a little funny. There were still tears on her face, and she looked a little miserable.
She had been kneeling on the cold tiles in the hall for an hour.
Ever since she was young, John had always spoiled her and Stanley. Even when they got hurt, John would feel distressed for a long time.
This time, he was merciless.
The solemn and horrifying atmosphere lasted for another two minutes.
Stanley, who was being beaten up in the garden, was screaming less and less.