Chapter 14


    Lucy didn’t finish her sentence. Because she clearly felt that Damien, next to Cherise, had a strange


    disposition. Lucy bit her lips and said goodbye to Cherise before leaving. Damien was silent on the way


    back from the school to the vi. Cherise wanted to say something to Damien a few times but didn’t


    know what to say, so she could only stay silent. After returning to the vi, the first thing Cherise did


    was to put together the torn certificates little by little. It wasn’t easy to join together the ripped pieces.


    Most of the cards and postcards Cherise’s grandmother had written her were burned and destroyed. It


    was difficult to restore them. Sitting before a desk, Cherise looked at the burned and damaged photo


    album bitterly. She privately cursed Tristan repeatedly. After that, she was about to keep the photo


    album when a card fell out. She picked it up and wanted to put it back in but realized something else


    was stuck to it. It was an old picture of a boy. Half the photograph was burned. Cherise looked at the


    picture for a long time but couldn’t recognize the boy. She carefully put the photo into the album and


    kept it. When she had a chance, she had to ask her grandmother why a picture of someone else was


    stuck to a card for her. When she was done with everything, the sky had darkened. Frances knocked


    on the door. “Mrs. Lenoir, Old Mr. Lenoir called to ask you and Mr. Lenoir to go to Lenoir Residence.


    You should get ready.” Cherise raised her eyes to look at the time. It was already eight o’clock at


    night. Grandpa wants us to go there now? She vaguely felt a bad premonition in her heart. When


    Cherise had changed her clothes, Damien was already waiting for her in the car. “Grandpa wants us to


    go there sote at night… Does it have anything to do with what happened with Tristan today?” She


    asked cautiously when she entered the car. “Naturally.” Damien’s deep voice was intertwined with


    disappointment and frustration. “I told you that many people will me you for Tristan’s injury.” After


    that, he turned his head to look at her. His eyes were covered by ck silk. “Are you afraid?” “No.”


    Cherise shook her head. “I didn’t do anything wrong.” “Many things can’t be reduced to being right or


    wrong.” Damien shook his head as though annoyed and amused by her answer. “Cherise, is your world


    so simple that it’s limited to right or wrong?” Cherise nodded. “Anything that isn’t right is wrong, and


    vice versa. Isn’t the world like that?” “My teacher said no one cares about your mental process during


    exams. The grader only looks at the final answer. The right answer is correct, and the wrong answer is


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    incorrect.” She’s as innocent as an ignorant child. No. Perhaps Cherise is an ignorant child. Damien


    sighed indifferently and reached out to stroke her soft hair. “People with personalities like yours are


    quite hard toe by.” Cherise didn’t know if he was praising or belittling her, so she was sullen and


    silent. The car quickly arrived at Lenoir Residence. It was past nine o’clock at night. Ordinarily, Lenoir


    Residence’s lights would be turned off at this time, but it was brightly lit tonight. When Cherise pushed


    Damien’s wheelchair into Lenoir Residence, Tristan sat on the couch, covering his chest bound in


    gauze as Wanda fed him fruits. Tristan started crying crocodile tears when he saw Cherise. “Grandpa,


    you must bring her to justice…” Wanda also started crying. “Dad, the messenger of bad luck is here.


    You must bring her to justice…” The two were howling and bawling exaggeratedly as though their loved


    one had suddenly passed away. At that moment, Old Mr. Lenoir sat at the side, ying chess with


    Raymond. When the mother and son started wailing, Old Mr. Lenoir lost control of the chess piece in


    his hands and ced it in the wrong position. Raymond captured Old Mr. Lenoir’s king mercilessly. “I


    won again.” Raymondughed lightly and called out to Old Mr. Lenoir. “Damien and Cherise are here,


    Dad. It’s time for you to get down to business.” Old Mr. Lenoir looked up at Cherise, who was pushing


    Damien in. He frowned ever so slightly. He moved his legs and rose. His voice was as loud as a bell.


    “Come with me.” Old Mr. Lenoir led them to a room at the end of the second floor. When the butler


    opened the door, Cherise realized it was a gigantic memorial hall. Various ques were inside.


    “Cherise Shaw.” Old Mr. Lenoir called out. “Yes, Grandpa.” Cherise answered as she loosened her grip


    on the wheelchair. “Come here and kneel!” Old Mr. Lenoir said coldly, pointing to a mat next to him.


    Although Cherise didn’t know what he meant, she did it obediently out of her respect for an elder. The


    moment she knelt down, she clearly sensed Wanda smiling. Wanda seemed very pleased with herself.


    ‘Crack!’ The next moment, the butler at the side took out a whip and swung it fiercely on Cherise’s


    back. Because of the sharp and raw pain, Cherise almost couldn’t stay in position. She bit her lips, and


    her voice was weak. “Grandpa, I don’t know what I did wrong to bear such a punishment.” “You don’t


    know what you did wrong?” As Wanda stood at the side, her voice suddenly went up three octaves.


    “First, you seduced Tristan. After that, he didn’t give in to you, so you hurt him!” Wanda gritted her


    teeth. “You just married Damien, and then you seduced his cousin. Are you so shameless to tell me


    you don’t know what you did wrong?!” Cherise smiled while enduring the severe pain. “Aunt Wanda,


    you say I seduced Tristan, but do you have proof?” “Do I need proof?” Wanda snorted coldly.


    “Everyone at the scene can testify for Tristan!” As she spoke, she red coldly at the butler holding the


    whip. “What are you waiting for? Hit her!” Upon hearing it, the butler swung the whip on Cherise’s back


    as it cracked. With just two strikes of the whip, the white T-shirt on Cherise tore from the force and


    exposed her raw flesh. It was clear that the butler was whipping Cherise with much strength. Cherise


    stayed kneeling on the floor and didn’t avoid the severe beating. She groaned dully. “I didn’t seduce


    Tristan or deliberately hurt him.” “You stupid, stubborn girl!” Wanda red straight at her before


    ncing at the butler holding the whip. “Continue!” “Wait a moment.” Upon seeing that the butler was


    about to whip Cherise for the third time, the silent Damien said indifferently, “Grandpa didn’t say a


    word, but you kept whipping her.” “Are you supposed to obey Grandpa or Aunt Wanda?”