Chapter 373
Immediately, Elijah: a smooth back was mercilessly shed by the barbs of the whip. Blood streaks
appeared vividly, and intense pain overtook him.
With just the firstsh, Elijah’s forehead was covered in cold sweat. He clenched his teeth, every
muscle in his body tense, yet he maintained an erect posture, enduring inplete silence.
Grant had noticed the bandage in the center of Elijah’s undershirt when he removed his clothes,
intentionally avoiding the injured area. However, this meant there were fewer ces on Elijah’s back
that could withstand the punishment.
By the fifteenthsh, the upper half of Elijah’s back, separated by the bandage, was a gruesome
canvas of crossing blood streaks.
Elijah’s breathing grew heavier, veins throbbing on his forehead. Even his eyshes trembled
uncontrobly. Nheless, he tightly pressed his lips, determined not to emit a single sound of
humiliation.
In a self–deprecating moment, he realized that after more than a decade away from home, he had
almost forgotten his true identity. He had thought of himself as just a pampered heir of the Freeman
family, ignorant of the weakening impact of a life of indulgence on his ability to endure punishment.
Grant’s hand holding the whip trembled as the entire upper half of Elijah’s back was now drenched in
blood. Faced with the prospect of worsening the existing wounds, Grant hesitated. Shifting his focus to
Elijah’s lower back, he swung the whip again, producing a series of cracking sounds as fiveshes
landed on it.
Elijah’s body violently trembled, and finally, his upright posture copsed. He extended a hand to
support himself, preventing an embarrassing fall. The whip sounds behind him ceased abruptly.
Suddenly, Elijah felt an intense pain in his chest, and he spat a mouthful of blood.
“Sir!” Lionel was horrified, his eyes reddened.
Witnessing the twentyshes, his heart quivered, and several times, he resisted the urge to rush
forward and snatch the whip away.
“Stop! Let’s go back right now!”
“Lionel!” Elijah took a moment to catch his breath, then gave him a fierce re. You’re just a
subordinate in my National Investigation Bureau; you don’t get a say here!”
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“If this goes one, you’ll be dead!” Lionel’s voice choked with sobs as he shouted, ”
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The S404 virus in your body is only suppressed, not cured! With such heavy injuries and weakened
resistance, the virus will soon spread! You will die!”
Elijah seemed to ignore him, forcefully pinching his thigh, and with sheer
determination, he straightened his back, maintaining the most standard posture for punishment.
Was it painful?
It was excruciating.
However, he could not leave without a word, especially when there was still a threat to Sheena. He
needed to eliminate thest trouble for her before leaving without any regrets. Besides, if he turned
back now, the twentyshes he endured earlier would be in vain.
“Let’s continue.”
Lionel’s voice trembled as he begged, “No! Stop it!”
Elijahpletely ignored him. “Uncle Grant, continue!”
Lionel, infuriated, with eyes burning red and fists clenched until they turned pale, was powerless as an
outsider in this situation. There was nothing he could do with Elijah acting so stubbornly.
Grant remained motionless. From their conversation, he gathered that Elijah seemed seriously injured
this time. He turned his gaze back to Elijah’s back. If they continued, thest tenshes would have to
land entirely on his lower back.
After some contemtion, Grant looked at the two bodyguards inside, the room. There’s no need to
guard here. Go outside.”
“Yes.”
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Once the two bodyguards werepletely outside, Grant took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood
from the whip. Only then did he raise the whip again. Ten consecutiveshes followed, their cracking
sounds echoing loudly.