Chapter 51 Family Punishment
Elsa couldn't believe that family punishments still existed in this day and age.
"I didn't understand the situation and acted rashly. If you want to punish me, I'll accept it, Madam." Elsa's face showed no joy or anger, making it hard to discern her emotions.
Debbie despised the way Elsa was acting.
'Elsa is clearly a lowly wine seller, but she carries herself with a false sense of superiority. She seduced my son and refused to humble herself to please me,' Debbie thought.
"You should accept the punishment then," Debbie coldly ordered. A few rough servants approached.
"In the 20th century, disobedient daughters-in-law of the Taylor family had to kneel on a nail board. Now, in the 21st century, the young lady will kneel on a toe press board." Debbie was prepared in advance and had a large plastic toe press board brought out.
Elsa was then taken to the Taylor family's ancestral hall. As she faced the photos of deceased elders, her knees were pressed onto the plastic board that was covered in numerous sharp protrusions.
Elsa felt it through the thin fabric of her skirt and cried out in pain, cold sweat streaming down her face.
'Knees are all bone. Kneeling is much more painful than stepping barefoot!' Elsa thought.
Her face was pale, and she was sweating, but she gritted her teeth and remained silent.
Half an hour passed. Her knees were numb and oozing blood, and her skirt was damp.
She wished she could faint to escape the pain.
Meanwhile, Debbie was becoming restless in the living room.
"Has she begged for mercy?" she asked the butler impatiently.
"No, but her knees are raw. She's been sweating profusely," the butler replied.
Debbie couldn't stand Elsa. She wanted to break her spirit, but that woman's resolve was surprisingly strong!
"That wretch was so stubborn. She will surely manipulate Luke since he's soft-hearted!" Debbie was furious, but also worried about any potential consequences.
"Alright, make her kneel a while longer, then tell her I've gone out for something and send her back."
She sighed, then went to rest in her room.
Elsa returned to the villa in the afternoon.
She limped back to her room and lay down, not wanting to venture out again.
The skin on her knee was bruised and bleeding, but she had no energy to tend to it.
She had used all her strength to endure the pain earlier, now she only wanted to sleep.
Elsa slept through the afternoon. When Luke returned, she was still not awake.
Her poor quality of sleep was unusual in this situation.
"Has the madam eaten?" Luke asked Lisa.
"No, the madam may be in a bad mood. She was taken away in the morning and came back limping. She went straight to bed in the afternoon. I just made some bird's nest soup for her, but I’m not sure if she can eat it."
Lisa had stayed in the house for a few days, and she had noticed that although the couple was awkward together, the husband was very caring toward his wife in private, so she reported the situation in detail.
Luke checked the surveillance cameras and saw the housekeeper at the old mansion. He had an idea of what might have happened.
"Give it to me." He took the bowl of bird's nest soup and went to the bedroom.
Luke lifted Elsa as she felt like she was still in a dream.
"You're back!" She rubbed her sleepy eyes, feeling much better.
"Yes." Luke fed her spoonfuls of bird's nest soup and wiped a bit of soup from the corner of her lips.
"What did you do today?" he asked casually.
She lied with no change in her expression, "I played on my phone in the morning and slept in the afternoon." Elsa, who hadn't eaten all day, was hungry. After she finished the bowl of bird's nest soup with Luke's help, Elsa looked much better.
Luke had heard from Lisa that she had come back limping, so he lifted her out of the blanket to check her leg.
"What happened?" His eyes darkened at the sight of Elsa's raw knees.
"I forgot to tell you that I fell downstairs. It hurts!" Elsa hugged Luke, feigning helplessness.
She didn't want to tell Luke about the family punishment from Debbie. Complaining to Luke wouldn't change anything.
And if she put herself in Debbie's shoes, she wouldn't want her son to marry a woman like herself either, so she could understand Debbie's actions.
"Elsa, I don't think anyone would fall like that." Luke's face turned frighteningly cold.
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