Stone Leclair missed a strike, and the bloodthirsty brutality suppressed halfway through the night surged uncontrollably. Seeing Delphine dodging everywhere, he sneered coldly and swung the whip at her again.
Shattered porcelain thrown by Bessie Leclair was everywhere in the side hall. Delphine had to dodge the whip while avoiding the shards on the ground. Unable to react in time, she was struck hard by the whip and staggered, falling to her knees.
"Run. Keep running. Kneel for me," Stone Leclair said, watching the bloody marks left by the whip on her body. The more he whipped, the more excited he became, lashing out again and again like a madman.
The servants hid in the kitchen, too scared to step out. The old butler, sensing the danger, quickly called Ignatius Leclair. If this continued, someone might die.
