The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 1036 You Can't Stand Even One Second

"Scary," Alistair swallowed, "Are you going to... to punish me?"

Anthony's face turned cold as he looked down at him.

"The purpose of teaching you Taekwondo is to strengthen your body and self-defense, not for you to bully other children. Do you understand that?"

Anthony holding the whip was too scary. It was like he wanted to eat people.

Alistair's heart was pounding with fear but he still stubbornly shook his head with principles. "I didn't do anything wrong. I don't care. I just want to beat them up." "Alistair!" Anthony was truly angry now.

He had only called him into the ancestral hall and picked up the whip as a scare tactic but he didn't expect him to refuse admitting fault and even be proud of fighting and hurting others.

If he didn't take serious action, Alistair would never be afraid.

The whip lightly tapped on Alistair's shoulder as Anthony asked sternly, "Which hand hurt them? Show me."

Alistair's face turned pale as he stubbornly bit his lip while his bright blue eyes shone with tears.

He really didn't want to get hit at all.

After hesitating for a while, he stretched out both hands while staring tearfully at Anthony.

Anthony frowned with a cold expression in his eyes that showed no mercy whatsoever.

With one swift motion of the whip... Swoosh! Crack!

The sound of wind passed by followed by Alistair screaming in pain before quickly retracting his hand while holding it tightly against himself. Curling up on the ground, he was whimpering uncontrollably from pain...

It hurt so much. It felt like his hand was about to break off.

His small fingers trembled violently. Did his father really want to disable him?

Although getting beaten before also hurt badly enough, this time made him realize deeply that Anthony went too far this time - taking real action! "Waaahhh..."

The more he thought about it, the sadder he became until finally curling up into a ball on the ground without getting back up again.

Anthony sighed silently, then suppressed any feelings of pity within himself before gently tapping Alistair's shoulder tip with the end of his whip. "Why did I beat you today?"

"Because... because I fought them..." He sobbed intermittently through choked-up words.

"If you know why, then why won't you admit your mistake?"

"Why don't you ask me what happened first?" Alistair asked back.

"No matter what the reason is, it's not an excuse for you to fight and hurt others, Alistair. Those twin brothers are the same age as you. You broke the older brother's left leg and caused the younger one to have

a collapsed nose bridge and intracranial hemorrhage. They both had to be hospitalized. This is very serious and could affect them for life." Anthony tightened his grip on the whip.

"You're so young but already using such heavy-handed tactics. Where did you learn that from?"

"I... I didn't mean it. I didn't know they would get hurt so badly..." Alistair felt guilty after hearing Anthony's words but still insisted, "But if I have to choose again, I would still beat them up." His words sounded like stubborn resistance.

Anthony took a deep breath and patted his shoulder again, "Get up."

Alistair curled up in fear with his eyes fixed on him, shaking his head.

It hurt too much. His palms felt like they were on fire. He really didn't want another beating but also didn't want to admit he was wrong, even though hitting people was wrong. He felt justified because those brothers deserved it...

Tears fell down his cheeks like broken beads. Alistair was heartbroken, "Momo used to hit people before too. Why don't you or Uncle Malcolm punish her like this?"

Molly was a girl who needed different education than boys.

Anthony patiently explained, "Although Momo used to fight when she was young too, she never hit anyone hard enough that they ended up in hospital. Alistair, I watched the surveillance video. You were the one who started it."

He was still so young. If something similar happened when he grew up, instead of Anthony teaching him a lesson, law will take over...

The consequences were unimaginable. Today he must make sure this kid stopped forever from ever doing anything similar again. "Waaah..."

Alistair gradually realized that maybe he wasn't right after all...

"Get up," Anthony sternly reiterated, "Don't make me catch you."

The pain in his palm had eased somewhat now as Alistair knelt shakily on ice-cold ground, raising both hands tremblingly.

As cool breeze blew into their ears, another sharp strike landed squarely onto small palm, causing him scream out loud.

"I'm going die! Really gonna die!"

Alistair cried harder now with face pale as death lying curled-up. He was unable to stand up anymore while holding both hands close together tightly against chest...

Outside the ancestral hall, the butler Saul was listening and was startled by the two sharp sounds. He secretly ran to call for help from Paloma.

Inside the ancestral hall, Anthony's hand holding the rattan was shaking. He hid his hands behind his back to conceal it and stared sternly at Alistair.

Alistair's eyes were red from crying, and he couldn't bear to look at his father through his blurry vision.

Today's father... was so terrifying.

"Why... why does Uncle Malcolm not treat Momo and Spencer like this when they fight? Waaah..."

"Spencer never starts trouble. Even if Momo does start something, it's just small fights. Alistair, don't you understand where you went wrong today?" Anthony said calmly.

He knew what had happened today. But his father didn't care about why he fought or how it started. He only cared about the result. Alistair found that hard to accept.

Anthony continued, "I've been through things ten times worse than what you're going through now when I was your age. Don't think that you're the most wronged person in this world right now. Admit your mistake and correct it."

But Alistair refused to listen. Tears kept falling down as he stubbornly asked, "So you want me to go through everything you have gone through again?"

Anthony sneered, "If that were really true, you wouldn't last a second."

Alistair felt so wronged - super wronged! Today's father was terrible - as if he didn't love him anymore! Waaah... His chest rose up and down as sobs wracked his body while curled up on the ground looking pitifully helpless.

Ignoring him intentionally, Anthony swung his rattan a few times in air while taking deep breaths of air.

The sound of several whooshing winds filled with intimidation made Alistair tremble all over.

Anthony threatened him, "I know exactly how painful it feels when a soaked rattan hits your skin until broken into pieces! Do you want to try? I've been hit many times before until I learned my lesson!" He took a deep breath with water vapor coming out of his nose tip while biting on thin lips without saying another word.

"Do you want us both deadlocked here forever?" Anthony glared at him coldly before swinging again with wrist strength alone, causing Alistair clutching onto himself tightly without daring to look up. "Stop!"

The rattan did not fall but instead there came an admonishing voice outside of ancestral hall which stopped them both in their tracks.