Chapter 103

“Hint?” Renee listened in confusion. She gave Old Mr. Hunt the black pearl in the hopes that it might bring him health and peace. What did she hint at him? How could she not know?

“As soon as I saw the pearl, I thought of how it symbolized fertility and childbirth…”

Old Mr. Hunt’s face turned grim. He sternly questioned Stefan, who was kneeling on the ground. “You b*stard. Tell me honestly. Are the rumors true? Did you really knock up another woman behind Ren’s back?”

Since the matter had digressed to this point, Stefan found no reason to hide anymore. Although he was still on his knees, he kept his back straight and said with a cold and firm voice, “Now that you know, I have nothing to say. The child does indeed have the bloodline of the Hunt family. It needs a legitimate identity and a competent father.”

“You!” Old Mr. Hunt held his chest and almost skipped a breath. Then, he slammed his cane on Stefan’s back with no mercy. “You fool!

“That child needs a legitimate status and respect. What about Ren? Have you ever considered her feelings? She’s your wife! Over the years, hasn’t Ren been devoted to everyone in the family, including you and me?

“You’re the closest person to her, yet you don’t care for her or love her. Fine, but how could you hurt her?!”

Old Mr. Hunt became angrier as he spoke. With authority, he ordered, “I don’t care. Send the. immoral woman to the hospital right now and get rid of your illegitimate child!”

“I’ll only accept you and Ren’s children to the family. I won’t recognize anyone else!”

Stefan kept his head down and outright refused. “I’m sorry. I can’t comply.”

Stefan’s reply was the last straw. Old Mr. Hunt was seriously pissed.

“Great. You’re so stubborn, aren’t you? You won’t even listen to me because of a woman. If this is it, I’ll serve you with the family punishment!”

Old Mr. Hunt opened the bookcase after saying that. He took out a long whip and struck it at Stefan without warning.

“I haven’t used this whip for years. I’ll let it end your life today, or I won’t be able to answer Maurice!”

Old Mr. Hunt was a soldier who didn’t fool around with the whip. He hit so hard that Stefan could feel the pain shooting into the bone.

Stefan remained silent as excruciating pain split his back. Even so, his lips kept themselves shut without so much as a grunt or frown.

If this would ease Grandpa’s anger, he was more than willing to accept the punishment!

Renee stood by with no intention of intervening. After all, Stefan was a grown man towering at nearly 190 centimeters. Taking a few lashes was no big deal. He would not die from it.

However, Renee did not expect Grandpa Hunt to beat his own grandson so severely.

After a few lashes, Stefan’s shirt was ripped open, and his open wounds bled. Even so, begged for no mercy, vowing to protect his child with Briar to death.

he Renee was Stefan’s ex-wife, but Stefan’s deep love for Briar and their child only made her seem pathetic and redundant.

Lurch, the butler, was anxiously sweating outside the study. He mustered his courage and tried to persuade Old Mr. Hunt. “Master, stop it! If you continue this, he will die!”

“Master Tristan is already gone. If anything happens, that’ll be the end of the Hunt family!”

Old Mr. Hunt did not soften up and whipped Stefan harder. “So be it! It’s better to end such heartless blood in the Hunt family!”

After a while, Old Mr. Hunt asked Stefan again. “So, will you repent? Will you ask that woman to abort your child?”

Stefan answered with nothing but silence. His face had turned pale because of the pain, and soon, his forehead became sweaty.

When Renee saw that Old Mr. Hunt was about to swing the whip again, she hurried in front of Stefan and pleaded, “Grandpa, don’t hit him! He’s not a fault. I don’t blame him!”

“Ren, what are you doing? Move aside!”

Old Mr. Hunt tried to withdraw the whip, but it was slightly slow. The whip left a bloody red mark on Renee’s arm, stinging her with pain.

Stefan saw the situation and quickly pulled her over. He took a closer look at her injured arm and frowned at the red mark. “Don’t meddle in my affairs!” he hissed coldly.

Just when Old Mr. Hunt was about to praise his grandson for not being too heartless, he saw a little red book fall out of Renee’s shirt pocket…