Chapter 510 The One Holding the Whip

“Owen!” Lily snapped..

Owen shoved her aside and turned to Mr. Terrance. “Tus not going to hit my sister. And even if I were, bI /bwouldn’t do it in front of all of you. If you’re not here to sincerely help n my wedding, then you don’t need to battend /bit at all. Feel free to leave”

bMr. /bTerrance’s face darkened. Realizing Owen mucant what he said, he didn’t have the dignity to stay any longer. He flung his bhand /band shouted, “Fine Think you’re all grown up now, huh? We’ll see if you’re still feeling high and mighty when no rtives show up to your wedding and you’re begging me toe!”

With bthat/b, he waved his hand and barked at the rest of the family. “Let’s go!”

The other rtives had the same idea. They looked down on Owen. Will was dead, and ever since, the paternal side of the Saunders family had distanced themselves. All of Owen’s social ties had been handled by Lily’s side of the family.

They didn’t believe for a second Owen could stand tall with no rtives there to bless his marriage.

The Moore family’s rtives trickled out one by one, following Mr. Terrance.

Lily was bnearly /bin tears, her eyes red as she red at Yunice. “This bis /bball /byour fault! When are stop ruining our family?”

you going to

Peggy bristled. “Hey, watch your mouth. That’s no way to talk to my ATM–ugh, I mean, to Yunice.”

Lily turned on Peggy with fury. “You’re just after her money! bThat /bmoney isn’t even hers to begin with! bYou /bthink sucking up to her will get you anywhere?”

Peggy rolled her eyes. “What, should I be sucking up to you instead? You got anything to offer?”

Owen barked, “You shut your mouth too!”

Then he turned and frowned at Yunice. “bAnd /byou–you really haven’t noticed? Ever since you got involved with Wyatt, you’ve been like a curse. Everywhere you go, something goes wrong. Two nights ago you nearly got bPaul /bkilled, nearly got as killed! And now today, byou /bshow up and start beating people in your own house. What the hell’s gotten into you?”

Elsie stepped forward, nced at Owen’s expression, and offered in a soothing tone, “Owen, she’s Wyant’s wife now. bYou /bcan’t just hit her whenever you feel like it. Even if byou /brage yourself to death, there’s nothing you can do about her banymore/b.”

Yunice gave Elsie a mocking look. She hadn’t changed a bit–always so good at ying Owen.

She knew Owen had a short fuse. The more she said things like that, the more resentment he’d pile up. Eventually, he’d snap.

But this time, Yunice walked up to the whip lying on the floor and bent down to bpick /bit

her hand.

lding it in

Owen frowned. “Even if you give that to me, I won’t hit you. Like you wanted, I won’t get involved in your life again. You’vepletely let me down. And yeahb. /bI get that you’re still bitter about how I hit you back.

Chapter 510 The One Holding the Whip

then. But I’ll say this much–back then, I did it for your own good. If I hadn’t taken that responsibi myself, Mr. Terrance would’ve had his sons do it. And they don’t hold back. They’re vicious by mature. If I’d let them handle you. I wouldn’t have bhad /bthe heart to watch

Yunice gently ran her fingers across the thorns of the whip. She was being as careful as possible, but the barbs seemed alive, scratching her skin painfully

She said. “So what, I should thank you for whipping me?”

Owen snapped, “No need to get sarcastic. I never expected you to appreciate it.”

Oh, so he still thought he’d done the right thing?

Yunice asked patiently, “Then tell me honestly–did I really do something wrong back bthen/bb? /bDid I really deserve to be whipped by my great–uncle with something like this?”

Owen’s heart gave a jolt. Meeting Yunice’s gaze, even he couldn’t answer with confidence. “Well… Uncle wasn’t entirely in the right, but you weren’t either. He’s an elder–you should’ve deferred to him. You insisted on arguing, so of course you got hit, Elsie was always so obedient, and he bossed her around just as much, but bshe /bnever got hit. That’s because she was humble and well–behaved. You were wrong because you weren’t smooth enough.”

“No, that’s not it. Yunice said, shaking her head. “I was wrong, yes. But not because I wasn’t smooth enough. I was wrong because I was too young, and I didn’t have the strength to rip the whip out of your hands.”

Her bcold/b, steady gaze locked onto Owen.

A strange fear crept into him. He looked warily at the whip clenched in her hand. “What are you trying to

do?”

The Moore family hadn’t fully left yet when the sound of chaos suddenly erupted from the direction of the living room.

Someone paused, frowning. “Did you hear something?”

Mr. Terrance stopped and turned around–then heard a scream.

Owen?

“Go check it out.” Mr. Terrance led the way back at once, with a crowd gathering baround /bthe living room door.