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The fury burned hotter within Stella and the belt rose and fell with savage rhythm on Max's writhing form. Each strike landed with brutal precision. When Max flailed or tried to grab the belt, Jordan's iron grip pinned him effortlessly.
"This is madness! Outright insubordination!" Andrew bellowed, trembling with impotent rage. But the threat of Jordan's lawsuit choked his instinct to call the police.
Stella's a tech whiz. Could she resurrect deleted security footage? Proof like that would bury Max,' he thought. Seeing direct confrontation fail, he locked desperate eyes with Anna.
Anna understood instantly. She scrambled across the floor, collapsing before Eleanor in a posture of abject supplication, forehead pressed to the cold tile. "Grandma, please!" she begged, tears streaking her face. "You're the only one Stella listens to. Please stop her."
Eleanor remained ramrod straight, her expression glacial. "I will not intervene," she stated, her voice like frozen steel. "Stella chose mercy over the police. A beating is lenient for such betrayal. Perhaps more are needed to drive the lesson home."
"Grandma, please!" Anna wailed, clutching at Eleanor's clothes.
Fiona threw herself down beside Anna, her face etched with terror. "Stella's going to kill Max! He's the sole male heir of the Hayes family. If he falls, how will you answer to the ancestors?"
Fiona's words ignited a fresh wave of fury in Eleanor. "A belt won't destroy his ability to sire heirs," she retorted scathingly. "Stella acts with restraint compared to his crime against her. Look to your son's actions before you cry over his welts!
"If Kevin hadn't come to help," Eleanor's voice turned razor-sharp, "Stella would have suffered at Troy's hands, then how would you face the ancestors?"
Fiona wanted to say something more, but Eleanor's face hardened into implacable stone. "Silence!" she commanded, her voice cracking like a whip. "Kneel until your bones grind to dust. My answer remains unchanged."
Andrew surged forward, but Jordan shifted, a silent, immovable barrier. The sheer force of Jordan's presence dwarfed Andrew, radiating an aura that demanded submission. Andrew met his gaze, a silent battle of wills, but faltered almost instantly, forced into a grudging retreat.
Max slumped, unconscious, a broken mess. His clothes hung in tatters, skin beneath crisscrossed with bleeding welts. His face remained untouched. The punishment had been precise and brutal, confined to his torso and limbs.
The moment Max went limp, Andrew, Anna, and Fiona scrambled to his side in a frantic huddle.
Stella stared at the belt in her hand, the leather now slick and dark with Max's blood. "I'll get you a new one," she said quietly.
Jordan's smile was surprisingly tender. "Don't worry, we've got plenty at home. Replace it whenever you like."
The unexpected gentleness in his voice, the casual "Replace it whenever you like," sent a wave of warmth through Stella's chest. 'He truly sees me as his wife,' the realization bloomed.
Stella turned from Jordan and walked directly to Eleanor. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees before her.
Eleanor immediately reached down. "Stella, get up. You're so weak." Her concern was palpable.
Stella didn't get up. "Grandma," she said, her voice thick with emotion, "I am sorry for the violence here. But I do not regret holding Max accountable. Hate me if you must, but I stand by it."
Eleanor sighed, a sound heavy with sorrow and understanding. "No explanations are needed, dear child. The fault lies entirely with them. Choosing family honor over the courts was mercy they scarcely deserve."
She glanced pointedly at Andrew and Fiona. "They remain blind to their own sins. You acted rightly. Had you not, I would have taken that belt to him myself. You spared my old arms the effort."
"This is madness! Outright insubordination!" Andrew bellowed, trembling with impotent rage. But the threat of Jordan's lawsuit choked his instinct to call the police.
Stella's a tech whiz. Could she resurrect deleted security footage? Proof like that would bury Max,' he thought. Seeing direct confrontation fail, he locked desperate eyes with Anna.
Anna understood instantly. She scrambled across the floor, collapsing before Eleanor in a posture of abject supplication, forehead pressed to the cold tile. "Grandma, please!" she begged, tears streaking her face. "You're the only one Stella listens to. Please stop her."
Eleanor remained ramrod straight, her expression glacial. "I will not intervene," she stated, her voice like frozen steel. "Stella chose mercy over the police. A beating is lenient for such betrayal. Perhaps more are needed to drive the lesson home."
"Grandma, please!" Anna wailed, clutching at Eleanor's clothes.
Fiona threw herself down beside Anna, her face etched with terror. "Stella's going to kill Max! He's the sole male heir of the Hayes family. If he falls, how will you answer to the ancestors?"
Fiona's words ignited a fresh wave of fury in Eleanor. "A belt won't destroy his ability to sire heirs," she retorted scathingly. "Stella acts with restraint compared to his crime against her. Look to your son's actions before you cry over his welts!
"If Kevin hadn't come to help," Eleanor's voice turned razor-sharp, "Stella would have suffered at Troy's hands, then how would you face the ancestors?"
Fiona wanted to say something more, but Eleanor's face hardened into implacable stone. "Silence!" she commanded, her voice cracking like a whip. "Kneel until your bones grind to dust. My answer remains unchanged."
Andrew surged forward, but Jordan shifted, a silent, immovable barrier. The sheer force of Jordan's presence dwarfed Andrew, radiating an aura that demanded submission. Andrew met his gaze, a silent battle of wills, but faltered almost instantly, forced into a grudging retreat.
Max slumped, unconscious, a broken mess. His clothes hung in tatters, skin beneath crisscrossed with bleeding welts. His face remained untouched. The punishment had been precise and brutal, confined to his torso and limbs.
The moment Max went limp, Andrew, Anna, and Fiona scrambled to his side in a frantic huddle.
Stella stared at the belt in her hand, the leather now slick and dark with Max's blood. "I'll get you a new one," she said quietly.
Jordan's smile was surprisingly tender. "Don't worry, we've got plenty at home. Replace it whenever you like."
The unexpected gentleness in his voice, the casual "Replace it whenever you like," sent a wave of warmth through Stella's chest. 'He truly sees me as his wife,' the realization bloomed.
Stella turned from Jordan and walked directly to Eleanor. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees before her.
Eleanor immediately reached down. "Stella, get up. You're so weak." Her concern was palpable.
Stella didn't get up. "Grandma," she said, her voice thick with emotion, "I am sorry for the violence here. But I do not regret holding Max accountable. Hate me if you must, but I stand by it."
Eleanor sighed, a sound heavy with sorrow and understanding. "No explanations are needed, dear child. The fault lies entirely with them. Choosing family honor over the courts was mercy they scarcely deserve."
She glanced pointedly at Andrew and Fiona. "They remain blind to their own sins. You acted rightly. Had you not, I would have taken that belt to him myself. You spared my old arms the effort."
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