Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks novel Chapter 563

Chapter 563

As night fell, the crescent moon rose into the sky. A few crows occasionally flapped by, their standing ones piercing he darkness. The forest surrounding the Watron family estate, already shrouded in mystery dowing the bay, com more eerie.

A sharp, chilling sound of a whip cracking through the air rang out from within the villa meh ma

It was the same underground chamber where Hank had been confined earlier that morning Lyta knee on the cold groned, her body covered in wounds.

Standing beside her was a burly man dressed in black, gripping a whip stained with traces of blood. He lashed her over and over, yet despite the pain, Lydia never uttered a single cry.

Seated on the sofa across from her was her father–Tristan. His expression was calm, devoid of any trace of pity as he watched his daughter being punished.

The assistant standing beside Tristan sighed, unable to bear the sight any longer. “Mr. Walton, if this continues, Ma. Wilton might not make it.”

Only after this reminder did Tristan finally give the black–clad man a subtle glance.

Receiving the signal, the man immediately stopped. Lydia was already battered and bruised, her body trembling lightly us she lifted her gaze to meet her father’s.

Tristan looked down at her. “Do you know what you did wrong?”

Lydia hesitated. She nodded, then shook her head. “I don’t know. Father, please enlighten me?

Tristan suddenly slammed his palm against the table and stood up in anger. “Your mistake was being arrogant and recklesst Remember what I instructed you this morning? You weren’t supposed to do anything to Hank. All you needed was to get

him to talk!

“If he refused to speak, that was fine. We could take our time, treat him with courtesy. But what did you do instead?

“Go check the surveillance footage yourself. You didn’t just threaten him–you even grabbed him by the throat! And now look what you’ve done. You gave him leverage against us, and worse, you lured Morris’s newlywed wife into the mess

“If that boy truly shares blood ties with Arthur, then tell me how am I supposed to face Arthur? How am I supposed to continue working with him in court?

“There was already a deep rift between Arthur and me, and now you’ve made it even worse. Tell me, how do I clean up your

mess?”

Lydia, bloodied and weak, slowly got to her feet. She let out a soft chuckle. “Father, do you really think that boy, Hank, didn’t already have his guard up? From the moment you had people bring him here, he knew exactly what was happening.

“As for Morris’s wife, Cherise–I dare say even you might not be her match. Why waste your efforts on futile pursuits?

Already gravely injured, Lydia was sent sprawling to the ground by the force of the slap. She didn’t shed a single tear, leaving her emotions unreadable–maybe it was resentment, or something else. Only a mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips.