In the secret room, Leah Thorne froze upon hearing this, her fan-like lashes trembled, and soon her pale eyelids started to redden, a crystal layer of tears welling up within.
He said he thought everyone knew that over the years she was his well-known secret love, blatantly favored.
This statent clearly angered Old Master Xavier, who swung the whip and lashed at Justin Xavier’s back again.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
The whip hit Justin Xavier’s handso back repetitively, the skin breaking with each strike, leaving shocking marks.
Soon, Old Master Xavier grew tired from whipping; after all, wielding a whip required effort. He threw the blood-stained whip onto the carpet and sat down with a cold snort.
"Justin Xavier, don’t think that just because you’ve grown wings, you can disregard everything. You know that the more you behave this way, the less I can tolerate Leah Thorne. You will only put her in danger." There was a threat in Old Master Xavier’s words.
Justin Xavier’s back was covered in scars, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, yet he remained composed, showing no sign of distress. Facing Old Master Xavier’s threats, he rely lifted his clear, cold black eyes, looking at Old Master Xavier indifferently, "Grandfather, you are old now, so don’t overexert yourself and rest instead."
"..." Old Master Xavier, who was panting, stopped suddenly, not daring to breathe loudly.
Old Master Xavier didn’t like Hugh Xavier; in his eyes, Hugh was simply a good-for-nothing. Hugh’s only contribution was giving birth to Justin Xavier for the Xavier family.
Old Master Xavier was very fond of Justin Xavier. From a young age, he grood him as the heir; Justin grew up in darkness, with a cool and ruthless nature flowing in his veins, which pleased him.
However, Leah Thorne entered Justin Xavier’s life, becoming the unreachable ray of sunshine for him.
In truth, Old Master Xavier already regretted not taking action to make Leah Thorne disappear back when Justin Xavier hadn’t yet fully developed his capabilities.
Now Old Master Xavier squinted his cloudy eyes at Justin Xavier, who was still kneeling on the ground. Justin looked back at him with a calm gaze, yet there was a deep, dangerous ink-like depth within.
Old Master Xavier knew that one day, this grandson would slip out of his control.
It’s just that this day ca earlier than he had expected.
Justin Xavier could already contend with him.
For Leah Thorne, he had moved against his own father, shaken the foundation of the Xavier family. Old Master Xavier didn’t know how far he would go for Leah in the future.
The Thorne family had been broken to pieces, leaving only this daughter, who seed powerless, but she was the tenderest part of Justin Xavier’s heart.
There might be a day when the daughter of the Thorne family uses herself as a spear to completely destroy the Xavier family.
He absolutely could not allow the Xavier family to be destroyed by the daughter of the Thorne family.
"Hmph, Justin, are you now going to defy for Leah Thorne? Everything you have now is what I gave you. If I take it back, you will have nothing." Old Master Xavier said.
Justin Xavier looked at Old Master Xavier, "Grandfather, I can give you everything about the Xavier family, ask for nothing, but do you think I can’t support Leah Thorne on my own?"
Old Master Xavier paused, then smirked, "Justin, have you asked Leah Thorne what she wants?"
Justin Xavier pressed his thin lips together, silent.
"This conversation ends here today, Justin, go back and think it over. I’m giving you ti."
...
In the secret room, Leah Thorne watched the man kneeling outside with tear-filled eyes, his back crisscrossed with bloody marks. Yet, his kneeling figure remained upright and strong, his long, curled eyelashes covering his eyes heavily, his face calm and unreadable.
Leah Thorne felt deeply pained, her delicate body sliding weakly down the wall.
At this mont, footsteps echoed in her ears, Old Master Xavier had arrived.
"Miss Thorne, I let Justin choose between you and everything the Xavier family has, and I’m letting you make a choice too."
Leah Thorne looked at Old Master Xavier with red-rimd eyes, "What do you an by that?"
"Miss Thorne, those who are not useful to , I will destroy with my own hands. Justin is the eldest grandson of the Xavier family; his life is mine too."
Leah Thorne trembled all over, Old Master Xavier was threatening her!
Why, why was Old Master Xavier so cruel to him? He was Justin Xavier’s own grandfather!
Leah Thorne’s heart twisted in pain.
"Miss Thorne, don’t you understand? You are the source of all of his pain. He hates you, hates the Thorne family, but he can’t let go of you either. It’s like a tug of war, every day you’re with him is like tearing him in two."
"Only when you leave, can he be completely free, can he and his mother live in peace."
Leah Thorne left distraught, and as the steward walked over, he asked in a low voice, "Old Master, do you think Leah Thorne will break up with the young master?"
Old Master Xavier looked in the direction they disappeared, "She will. Leah Thorne is the daughter of the Thorne family. She and Justin will never be together."
"Old Master, should we tell the young master about the matter between the Xavier and Thorne families?" the steward asked hesitantly.
The past between the Xavier and Thorne families was a hidden earth-shattering secret that would ruin everyone once revealed.
Old Master Xavier shook his head, "Not for now. By the way, has there been any news of Mort Thorne recently?"
"No, ever since we spotted Mort Thorne last ti, he disappeared without a trace, as if he never existed."
"Quinn Thorne’s son is extraordinarily talented. He was once the little overlord of Bayside. Once he returns, he is likely to turn Bayside upside down. Have soone keep a tight watch; he must not be allowed to return."
Although Old Master Thorne had a premonition that Mort Thorne would soon return.
...
In the apartnt.
In the room, a doctor in a white coat left with a dical kit, leaving behind a strong sll of disinfectant.
Justin Xavier lay on the bed, his upper back bare, the whip marks interweaving on his back. Although treated by the doctor, they still looked raw and fresh.
Private secretary Coleman spoke softly, "Miss Thorne, the doctor gave the president a painkiller injection. He’s now asleep; please take care of him tonight."
"Alright." Leah Thorne nodded.
Coleman left with the doctor, and Leah Thorne walked over to the bedside on her slender legs. She extended her soft white fingers, gently touching his handso back. She wanted to touch his wounds, but she didn’t dare.
He must be in so much pain.
Leah Thorne stared at him quietly, suddenly wondering whether his unyielding attachnt to her was borne out of hatred or... love?
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