Chapter 1789


    Once upon a time, Sean had showered her with the same affection, but then.


    When he found out she wasn''t his real sister, was this the treatment she deserved? Did that mean if


    Arabe ever made a mistake in the future, or if it turned out she wasn''t his real sister, there was a


    good chance she''d end up receiving the same harsh treatment??


    "I''m just here for the show."


    Arabe''s sudden interjection caught everyone off guard.


    "Carry on."


    Arabe had no intention of pleading for Serena. Instead, she stood outside the door, a cool and


    detached observer of the unfolding drama.


    Steward looked at Arabe with admiration. Ms. Collins was truly one of a kind.


    Serena was seething. If only Arabe had put on a show of pleading on her behalf, she wouldn''t seem


    so despicable.


    "I’ll teach her a lesson for you." Sean patted Arabe on the head before turning to Steward, "You take


    over. This one''s running on an empty stomach and doesn''t have the strength."


    Betty was on the verge of tears. She had used all her strength and still couldn''t satisfy Sean.


    Steward was no stranger to meting out punishment, and he knew how to deliver a blow with just the


    right force.


    Seeing Sean''s cold indifference towards his supposed sister Serena, Steward couldn''t help but


    specte. Had Serenamitted some unforgivable sin to disappoint and anger the entire family thisContent provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    much?


    Was she involved in that notorious derelict building kidnapping case? Could she be plotting against Ms.


    Collins??


    "Are you going to start or not?"


    Prompted by Sean''smand, Steward stepped forward and began to p Serena across the face


    repeatedly.


    The first few ps alone were enough to draw blood from Serena''s mouth, ringing in her ears, and


    stars in her eyes.


    Steward was not holding back. Serena''s face swelled with bruises, and in no time, she passed out.


    "Sean, she''s out cold."


    She really couldn''t take it; he had only given her a dozen ps.


    "Isn''t there ice water in the outdoor fountain? Fetch some and throw it on her," Sean said, devoid of any


    sympathy.


    The outside was freezing, and some of the fountain water had turned to crushed ice. Betty filled a


    bucket and took it inside, riding the elevator down to the basement. Louisa saw her but said nothing, as


    if she didn''t see a thing.


    When the ice water hit Serena, she shook instinctively and let out a soul-shattering scream, jolting


    awake and trembling terribly.


    "Continue," Sean said in a tone devoid of emotion.


    Steward pped her another dozen times. Serena had be numb, the feeling of the ps on her


    face as if they were happening to someone else. The crisp sound of each p grew distant, and in a


    haze, she thought she saw a white fog, with Martha''s figure faintly looming. Was she dying? Was that


    why she saw Martha??


    Was it a hallucination, or was it real??


    Seeing Serena lying there with her mouth slightly open, a vacant gaze fixed on the ceiling, barely


    clinging to life, Betty nervously spoke up, "Steward, that was more than twenty ps. You''ve gone


    over."


    "Did I?" Steward paused, looking at Serena''s numb state, "Sorry, I got carried away."


    Slowly, tears of anger and shame began to fill Serena''s eyes as if she had snapped back to reality,


    showing a flicker of life.


    "Arabe is my sister. Whether you''re alive or a ghost, stay away from her! If you dare bother her


    again, as a living person I''ll make your life a living hell, as a ghost, I''ll scatter your soul to the winds.


    Remember that."