He had just been gagged and pinned to the ground, listening to Zevaney Kingsley’s vehent denial of their relationship. His heart was already filled with anger and resentnt.
He still resented Zevaney Kingsley and Willy Kingsley for not being upfront with him at the beginning, telling him that the Eastern miracle doctor was not only skilled in dicine but also formidable. Their oversight caused him to be humiliated and lose face!
Now Zevaney Kingsley was trying to shift all the bla onto him. He’s no fool; he knows he’s hit a brick wall this ti.
Because Willy Kingsley and Zevaney Kingsley have crossed paths with the Moore Family.
He was still in deep regret, unsure if he could extricate himself, so how could he willingly take the bla for Zevaney Kingsley?
At the mont he began speaking to identify himself, Zevaney Kingsley’s complexion changed drastically. She was sowhat panicked, but she kept remarkably composed. Her fierce eyes fixed on the man, full of warning: "Don’t talk nonsense. I didn’t instruct you."
"Ms. Kingsley, don’t deny it. I’m just following your orders. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even know that miracle doctor; why would I cause trouble for her? I’m just following your orders."
Zevaney Kingsley wanted desperately to cover his mouth.
But with Lynn Kingsley and so many elders of the Kingsleys Family watching, she dared not silence him in public, even if she had the guts.
The more intensely she reacted, the easier it was to see through her.
Zevaney Kingsley’s brow furrowed, and she refrained from continuing with him, turning instead to Lynn Kingsley, speaking urgently: "Clan Chief, he’s slandering with nonsense!"
"Hmm." Lynn Kingsley tapped his finger on the table, lightly knocking it against the desktop.
He didn’t spare Zevaney Kingsley a glance but directly gave orders: "Take Zevaney Kingsley to the punishnt hall, fifty lashes."
The punishnt hall of the Kingsleys Family is known for its harsh thods.
Since childhood, Zevaney Kingsley has been a leading figure among the younger generation of the Kingsleys Family. She had only ever watched others enter the punishnt hall to be disciplined.
She herself had never entered.
It’s said that the whip used in the punishnt hall is crafted from high-quality cowhide, capable of tearing the skin with a single lash, and that’s without ntioning fifty lashes.
Fifty lashes are a minor issue.
Once she’s punished in the hall, her status within the Kingsleys Family will be destabilized.
Jas Lawrence had only recently gone to find Lynn Kingsley with the cowhide bag, and there’s a good chance news of the direct-line descent that’s been lost is coming.
To be punished at such a critical juncture... Zevaney Kingsley can hardly imagine how embarrassing it will be for her later.
Now, truly panicked, Zevaney Kingsley bit her lip, her eyes flickering.
"Clan Chief! I... I’m innocent!"
"Oh?" Lynn Kingsley responded indifferently, without even raising an eyebrow, his expression exceedingly cold, effectively casting Zevaney Kingsley into the ice cellar with his words: "You know whether you’re innocent or not in your heart. Do you want to pursue it thoroughly?"
All the blood in Zevaney Kingsley’s body instantaneously turned cold.
Clenching her palm, she lowered her head in humiliation, no longer daring to refute.
...
After Zevaney Kingsley was taken away.
Several elders of the Kingsleys Family stood up. One elderly man with white hair and a beard, leaning on a cane, had reached the door but suddenly stopped, turning back to look at Lynn Kingsley still in the guest hall.
"Clan Chief, there are things I ordinarily shouldn’t say. But given the situation now, I have no choice but to speak."
He was an elder of the First Hall in the Kingsleys Family and a direct-line elder in the Kingsleys Family, holding high status and seniority.
Once he began speaking, Lynn Kingsley couldn’t dismiss it lightly, lifting an eyelid even though sowhat fatigued, he still said, "Please, go ahead."
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