The Damn Bloodline Suppression

Cynthia looked at Old Mr. Quinn. After pondering for a long time, she slowly withdrew her hand from the old man's hand. "What if I say no?"

"You!" Old Mr. Quinn, unable to endure any longer, raised the cane in his hand and fiercely swung it at her.

Old Mr. Quinn was genuinely furious, and this strike showed no mercy. He thought Cynthia would dodge, but she stood stubbornly in place, taking the blow head-on.

With a muffled sound, Cynthia's face instantly turned pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her nose. However, she didn't utter a painful cry, standing still as ever.

This stubborn look was almost identical to Gianna Quinn!

The hand tightly holding the cane trembled uncontrollably, and Old Mr. Quinn's eyes were full of heartache.

"Think about whether you deserved the beating!" After saying this, he snorted and walked away.

Robb gave Cynthia a deep look, his face filled with pity. He sighed helplessly and followed Old Mr. Quinn's footsteps.