Chapter 989

She couldn’t take her eyes off the Bloody Herb, fear gnawing at her.

Why would Bruce cultivate such a thing? Was it for murder?

Suddenly, a painful cry from outside shattered the silence. Millie was so alarmed that she hugged

herself tighter, her mind racing with unanswered questions.

In the grandeur of the main hall, Jonah caught sight of Bruce and flew into a rage, commanding his

servants to seize a whip and lash it brutally across Bruce’s frame.

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“You! You traitorous wretch! Where is Millie?” he roared.

He had planned meticulously, having sent people to abduct Millie in order to leverage Marcus.

To his astonishment, his son Bruce had betrayed him, whisking Millie away and sending her to the

countryside.

Bruce, despite his agony, spoke deliberately. “Inquire no further.

I’ve sent her away. Marcus should have her by now.”

A sharp crack resonated as another whip struck Bruce’s back.

“You infuriate me beyond measure!” Jonah yelled, his face contorted in anger.

Bruce’s lips quivered slightly, a sensation of his back splitting in two overwhelming him. Jonah’s anger

was palpable, his rage unchecked.

The family butler, unable to stand the sight, approached to plead, “Sir Bruce’s actions were a

momentary lapse. Master, please show mercy this once.”

“Mercy? Not today. I will punish this disloyal child until my fury is quenched,” Jonah vowed, his voice

thick with wrath.

Bruce had often been defiant, but Jonah never imagined his rebellion would reach such extremes.

Jonah, a man usually appeared aloof to material desires, transformed into a terrifying figure when

angered. A relentless ambition for control gnawed at him, consumed by the urge to wrench the vast

wealth of the Thomas family from Marcus’ grasp.

Night after night, he lay awake, plotting Marcus’ downfall.

Bruce stood tall, defiance in his eyes. The longer Jonah looked at him, the angrier he became.

Eventually, he lashed Bruce a few more times before casting aside the whip and departing in a huff.

“Sir, are you alright?” The butler’s voice trembled as he approached Bruce.

Bruce dismissed him with a wave, ignoring the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, and retreated to his

bedroom.

Removing his coat, he found his back marred with bloodstains. He leaned on his desk to steady

himself, then reached out to call Marcus.

Previously, Marcus had attempted several calls and sent numerous urgent messages.

Distraught at being unable to reach Millie, Marcus had grown desperate and dispatched people to

search for her.

“Where is Millie? Why isn’t her phone working?”