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"Kathleen, this isn't self-harm. What he's doing now is my way of punishing Ethel. He's taking that guilt for Ethel, telling me in a different way that | should let Ethel go off?" Kathleen froze slightly, not expecting Lyra to think that at all.

"Lyra, Collin hasn't mentioned Ethel at all since that return party. He's atoning to you. He's doing it because of you." Lyra was silent for a long time.

In her ears, there was Collin's weak and hoarse chanting in the hall.

Gently opening the door, there was Collin's bruised back in front of her.

In her heart, she was touched by the streak of blood.

But it was only for a few seconds.

After thinking for a long time, she smiled and her eyes looked cold, "He really should atone for his sins. Since he has punished himself, you should let him do it. He has a guilty conscience and can't get over it without doing it." Kathleen was red-eyed, whimpering and feeling heartbroken.

"But Lyra, he is using a horse whip. Twenty whips a day. All over the new wounds and old scars, he can't stand it." Lyra thought about it.

Collin was the person who hurt her the most, but those things were done by Ethel. His biggest fault was to know the truth but didn't act. He was not worthy to be her brother.

She had always been clear in her mind. Sh was never biased, and never wronged anyone.

Thinking about it, she looked seriously at Kathleen, "You tell him there's no need to get wounded and bitter for me to see." "If he really want to atone for his crime, just insist on reading the Buddhist Scriptures every day. | will not let anyone keep an eye on him. If he is willing to read it, just do it. If he isn't, just forget it. As for whether I'll forgive him or not, just wait until he's done it.

Then | can think about it." After she coldly said those words, she turned her head, without lingering and superfluous emotions.

Kathleen stared at Lyra's distant back and could only sigh as she pushed the door inside the hall.

She crouched down behind Collin to check his injuries.

His white shirt was broken because of the whip. Two days in a row, he suffered forty lashes. Inside the shirt, criss-cross injuries were visible.

Her heart throbbed with pain. She reached over, but did not dare to touch his wound, being afraid to hurt him.

In the last few days, she had almost dried up a lifetime of tears.

"Honey, you're hurt so badly, and you are still feverish. Why don't you stop reading tonight? Take medicine and then start reading again tomorrow?" Collin didn't say anything, but kept his mind on the Buddhist Scriptures, which he was holding in his hands, and continued to read.

Being unable to persuade, Kathleen could only accompany him in silence, covering her mouth and crying in a whisper.

At the countryside.

Ethel got dizzy again.

The torment of the past few days had made her whole body thin and exhausted physically and mentally.

While Cerys took Twelve and Fifteen to dinner, Keagan snuck into Ethel's room to check on how sick she was.

This morning, Ethel smiled at him. Her smile was so warm and nice that he remembered it to his heart.

He just couldn't believe that the girl who looked so pitiful and innocent could really be the pervert his mother had described.

So, he intended to ask in person.

He entered Ethel's room gingerly and saw that Ethel was already awake, leaning on the bed and staring at him lovingly.

He awkwardly scratched his head and giggled nervously, "I just want to see how are you doing. Do you need me to find a doctor?" Ethel, whose voice was too hoarse to speak from a distance, waved at him deliberately.

Keagan immediately stepped forward as if he had been hooked.

When he approached, Ethel immediately took his hand and placed it around her neck, saying in a mute voice, "You're helping me by killing me." "How old are you? At such a wonderful age, you should live well!" He was scared to withdraw his hand, but the rough calluses of his fingers touched the girl's warm and fair skin. This feeling was amazing.

Ethel's eyes quickly were tearful, which looked painful and despaired.

She pointed to the door and continued to explain in a hoarse voice, "I was wrongly accused and sent here. The people outside are bullying me. I don't want to live. You help me ..." Those beautiful bright eyes, as if they had lost the hope of living, mourned.

Keagan watched her cry but didn't know what to do to.

Ethel grabbed his hand again and spoke earnestly, "If | continue to live in pain, | might as well die. Please help me!" "No. If you are really wronged, there must be another way. | can find a way to help you prove your innocence." Ethel's eyes lit up and her watery eyes seduced him and beckoned him again, signaling him to come closer and whispering a few instructions to him.

Cerys finished her meal and came in to check on Ethel, but bumped into the image of the two who were close together just in time.

"Oops you bastard! How dare you touch her! You're not afraid she'll kill you?!" Cerys was furious and rushed over to twist Keagan's ear.

Ethel tried to stop, but was slapped hard by angry Cerys and flung onto the bed.

"Don't think | don't know what is in your mind. My son is simple-minded. He can't stand your seduction. Next time, | won't spare you!" Ethel was dizzy by the slap. Covering her face, she couldn't get up from the bed for a long time.

"Mom, don't hit her. She's just a poor girl. She's been wronged!" Keagan broke away from her mother's clutches and tried to help Ethel.

"She's wronged?" Cerys was about to explode and slapped him too.

"Stupid! Are you blind? You feel bad for this kind of woman!? I'm so mad at you! If | don't teach you a lesson today, you'll probably come for this demon in the future!" She twisted Keagan's ear again and walked out the room. Then she asked Twelve for the same whip he usually used to lash Ethel with.

Soon Keagan howled and begged for mercy from the yard.

Ethel listened quietly and her face looked serious.

She didn't expect to be seen by Cerys, and she was afraid she would be watched even more closely in the future, and maybe even bullied even more.

It seemed that she could only first show weakness for a period of time to steady Cerys and the Lloyd family's two bodyguards, and then slowly sought a way.

Hopefully Keagan would take her word for it and would help her out later.

She was pondering when the door to her room banged open.

After the beating, Cerys came towards her in a rage and pulled her out of bed into the yard without saying a word for Twelve to perform his daily whipping.

Without a word, Ethel silently endured Cerys’ wrath and was soon pressed into the courtyard.

Whoosh- Twelve whipped her and her entire body fell on the ground. It took time for her to sustain the deadly pain.

As she expected, after what just happened, Twelve would hit her harder than the previous days.

This time, Twelve didn't even give her a chance to breathe, and without waiting for her to get up, the whip in his hand was unceasingly whipped at her body.

She clutched her head and gritted her teeth to suffer all.

She was becoming more and more dazed, and even the severe pain in the body was gradually numb.

Before passing out, she suddenly missed Reginald and Collin.

Aside from not being able to give her the identity of Lloyd, her father and Collin really loved her, giving her whatever she wanted and living comfortably.

If she hadn't harmed Lyra and remained the unknowable illegitimate daughter, would she still be able to live the same well-fed and torture-free life as before? Was she, indeed, wrong? mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1