Chapter 1719: Whip Wound

Chapter 1719: Whip Wound

Alisha cowered behind the crack of the door, witnessing Athena's

terrifying side for the first time, which was drastically different from her

impression of her.

Alisha was stunned. Was this still the mommy she knew? Although she

had seen Athena's silent and gloomy appearance before, she had

never seen Athena with such a ferocious expression, as if she wanted

to kill the person in front of her. Her contorted face and the gentle smile

in Alisha's memory were completely different.

Trembling with fear, she could barely stand on her shaky legs.

The whip struck the black-clad person over and over again. Their

clothes had been torn open, revealing blurred flesh and emitting a

nauseating smell in the air.

These subordinates of mommy had always taken care of her, giving her

delicious food and fun things.

Now, watching them on the verge of death, struggling on the ground,

Alisha suddenly summoned the courage to try and stop mommy's

madness.

As soon as she made a move, it immediately caught Athena's attention.

"Who's there!" Athena shouted loudly, without hesitation. She lifted the

whip and swung it towards the side of the door.

Alisha couldn't dodge in time and watched helplessly as the whip struck

her arm, opening a bloody gash.

"Ah!" She cried out in pain, the intense agony causing her teeth to

chatter, rendering her unable to speak.

Her small, fragile body slowly collapsed against the door.

When Athena heard the commotion by the door, she pushed her

wheelchair over. As she saw Alisha fall to the ground from the door, her

forehead hitting the floor and bleeding, and the whip mark on Alisha's

arm caused by her own hand, she was instantly shocked. This was

bad. She had actually hit Alisha.

How would she explain this when Luther came back?

She quickly approached Alisha and gave her a strong push. "Does it

hurt? Alisha, are you alright?"

Alisha remained motionless, apparently already unconscious from the

pain.

With her weak constitution and recent recovery from a serious illness,

she couldn't withstand such turmoil.

Athena kicked Alisha twice, but seeing that she didn't move, she started

to panic. She shouted loudly, "Someone come, quickly get her up.”

Several black-clad individuals outside the door heard the noise and

rushed in. One of them stepped forward to lift Alisha up. "Miss Athena,

she's injured. Her arm is bleeding profusely. Can we bandage her?"

Athena waved her hand irritably. "Go, just give her a simple bandage."

"And these two," pointing at the two barely conscious black-clad

individuals she had beaten, her voice colder than ice, "take them away,

give them some money, and leave them in the mountains to fend for

themselves. I never want to see them again. Tell everyone, this is the

consequence of betraying or defying me!"

"Yes," the leader of the black-clad individuals responded.

Glancing at the companions lying on the ground, sympathy appeared in

his eyes. Later, he would instruct others to secretly send them away, to

a private hospital, and provide them with money. If they were really left

in the mountains as Athena commanded, they would undoubtedly die.

This woman was truly ruthless.

Soon, the injured black-clad individuals were dragged away, and

someone came in to clean up the bloodstains.

In no time, the villa was cleaned up, without a trace of disorder, as if

nothing had ever happened.

The leader of the black-clad individuals was named Jacob Stevens. He

gave Alisha a simple bandage. The wound was deep, and the torn flesh

and blood were smeared together. When he tore open the clothes, he

couldn't bear to look directly at it.

It was too cruel for a child.

This was an iron whip, even adults couldn't endure it, let alone a four-

year-old child.

He respectfully walked up to Athena and asked, "Miss Athena, should I

call a doctor? I'm worried..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Athena interrupted him with a stern

command, "Shut up and leave!"

"Yes," Jacob dared not say more, afraid of being affected by Athena's

rage.

"Anyone who asks, say you don't know where her injuries came from.

Tell them she fell and bumped herself while playing. Got it?" Athena

said coldly.

"Yes, Miss Athena," Jacob nodded, but he couldn't help but have

doubts in his mind. It was clearly an injury caused by a sharp weapon.

How could it be explained as a fall? He quickly retreated and stood

outside the door, not daring to say more.

Athena glared fiercely at Alisha, who was still sleeping, and cursed,

“Trash! So unlucky!

Then she pushed her wheelchair back to the living room.

In the evening, Luther rushed back fromoutside. He was concerned

about Alisha and wanted to be by her side before she woke up. As

soon as he entered the door, he sensed an unusual atmosphere.

Although it had been cleaned, there was still a lingering smell of blood

in the air.

He narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming dangerous.

Athena heard Luther's return and quickly pushed her wheelchair to his

side, speaking softly, "Brother Luther, you're back. Where did you go?

You didn't even tell me."

Luther glanced at her indifferently, “There was a mountain of company

matters to handle. Shouldn't I take care of them? Do I need to report to

you whenever I go out?"

“No, I didn't mean that. I was just concerned,” Athena showed a sweet

smile.

If it weren't for knowing her true nature, an ordinary person would easily

be deceived by her gentle appearance.

Luther sneered inwardly. He had long gotten rid of the people she sent

to follow him. He had stopped in the middle and had Aaron drive his

car, while he himself drove another car and left the office. Finally, he

and Aaron switched their cars back to their original positions.

In this way, Athena thought he was handling business as usual.

Little did she know that he had already completed the first step of his

plan.

Not bothering to pay attention to her, Luther walked directly into the

room. Alisha was still asleep, covered with a blanket. He was puzzled.

Alisha had been sleeping for too long today.

Moreover, Alisha's little face didn't look right, pale and with a hint of

unusual redness.

Something felt off. He quickly reached out and touched her forehead; it

was burning hot. She was running a fever again!

What happened during the time he was away?

At this moment, Alisha seemed to sense Luther's return. She struggled

to open her eyes and weakly said, "Daddy, it hurts..."

"Where does it hurt?" Luther quickly picked up Alisha. Then he noticed

a bump on her forehead, hidden beneath her bangs.

He gently rubbed it with concern. "How did you bump your forehead?

Did you drop something on it while sleeping?"

Normally, Alisha didn't sleep soundly, always tossing and turning. But it

shouldn't have happened. The floor was covered with a carpet, and

unless she hit the bedside table, it didn't seem likely.

Alisha shook her head. "My arm hurts... it hurts so much..."

Luther looked at her arm in confusion. Her clothes seemed fine at first

glance, and he couldn't see anything unusual. He unbuttoned her

clothes and, when he saw the thick bandage wrapped around her arm,

blood seeped through it. He was greatly shocked. "What happened?"