Chapter 280 Edward Gets Beaten
"Yeah, is that not allowed?" Those few casual words nearly made Patrick and Tiffany lose their minds!
Tiffany glared at Edward's indifferent, handsome face, hiding behind Patrick like a demon.
"Edward! Have you forgotten who you are?" Patrick roared, shaking with rage.
"Thanks for the constant reminder. My last name is Wellington, and I'm your son." Edward's cold lips curled into a mocking smile. "If it weren't for you, I'd have forgotten that."
Patrick's eyes were bloodshot, and he felt dizzy with anger. He pointed right at Edward's face. "I'll ask you one last time, are you really going to the Taylor family's party this weekend?"
"Edward, how can you be so foolish?" Tiffany seized the moment, putting on a caring motherly act. "It doesn't matter if I celebrate my birthday or not, but you know Patrick and Charlie don't get along, and Evelyn has caused us so much trouble. How can you, at this critical moment, boost others' morale and diminish ours? As the CEO, if you don't show up, won't Patrick lose face?"
"Tiffany," Edward's eyes were cold and deep. "If it doesn't matter whether you celebrate this birthday or not, then quit it. You and Debra, and your family have been ungrateful. You've abused your power and caused scandals that almost couldn't be cleaned up, affecting company's interests. In Mugden, you're already notorious. Instead of keeping a low profile, you want to celebrate your birthday in a high-profile way. Do you think everyone is a fool?"
Tiffany's eyes turned red, and her clenched fists trembled.
Hearing this, Patrick felt his previously biased heart towards Tiffany waver a bit.
Edward added, "My dad is willing to play the loving couple with you, but don't expect everyone in the family to cater to your vanity and act along."
Tiffany was so angry that her head buzzed, and she almost fainted!
"What did you say? Are you insulting me?" Patrick, not considering Tiffany for a moment, felt only mocked by his own son, his chest tight with anger.
"Where's the butler?"
Patrick, who always maintained a refined image in public, rarely got so angry that he could explode with anger.
But this time, Edward not only blatantly sided with the Taylors but also openly challenged his authority, insinuating that he was someone who couldn't distinguish right from wrong and abetted evil!
It was simply too outrageous!
"Mr. Patrick Wellington! I'm here!" The butler hurried in, trembling.
Edward's expression remained unchanged, his cold and stern eyes even showing a hint of disdain, which made Patrick even angrier.
"Bring the whip, now!" Patrick ordered angrily.
"What?" The butler was dumbfounded!
It had been nearly twenty years since Edward was last beaten! The last time was when he had a fierce argument with Patrick over Amanda's death. He was filled with anger and hatred, almost ready to attack Patrick. The result was Patrick whipping him until he was covered in wounds. Although Byron arrived as quickly as possible, he was still beaten into unconsciousness and had to be rushed to the hospital.
'Is it going to happen again this time?' the butler thought.
"What are you standing there for? Go get it!" Patrick glared at the expressionless Edward and shouted.
"Yes!"
Seeing Edward about to suffer, Tiffany, who had been furious, felt a lot of relief in her heart.
In the first-floor hall of the villa, almost all the servants were called over, standing in neat rows.
Hearing that Edward was going to be beaten, Debra was so happy that she danced with joy and even went to find the almost forgotten Molly.
"Little fool!" Debra kicked open the door, startling Molly, who was drawing, causing her pencil to fall to the ground.
"Debra, what's wrong?" Molly asked.
"Hurry downstairs to watch the show! Edward is going to get beaten!" Debra laughed loudly, her face full of glee.
"Edward? Why?" Molly asked, her heart tightening.
"Because he had the audacity to speak disrespectfully to Dad!" Debra laughed gleefully. "He really lacks self-awareness. Does he think he's so impressive just because he's the CEO? He should think, if it weren't for Caleb's poor health, would it be his turn? If it weren't for Dad feeling sorry for Amanda's early death, he would have been sent to the branch office in Ocrizia long ago. He really doesn't know how to appreciate kindness!"
Molly, though often called a fool, wasn't truly stupid. She could clearly hear Debra's disdain and mockery towards Edward.
Molly felt a surge of anger and, mustering her courage, timidly retorted, "Edward isn't like what you said. It must be you and mom ganging up to bully him."
"Stupid fool! What did you say?"
Seeing Debra glaring and lunging at her, Molly closed her eyes tightly in panic, instinctively wrapping her arms around her head.
At that moment, Kimberly, the maid who took care of Molly, walked in just in time, anxiously shouting, "Mr. Wellington wants you downstairs now!"
Hearing this, Debra lowered her raised hand, her resentment palpable. "Got it!" With that, she turned and stormed off.
"Are you okay?" Kimberly hurried over, sweating, seeing Molly's pale face, and felt very distressed.
"I'm fine. Thank you, Kimberly. If you hadn't come in time..." Molly's clear eyes welled up with tears, and she didn't dare to continue.
"Look at you!" Kimberly, full of pity, took Molly's cold little hand, rolled up her sleeve, and saw the bruises and welts, almost crying. "You're covered in bruises from her bullying! This can't go on! You should tell Mr. Wellington. Even if Mrs. Wellington doesn't care, Mr. Wellington is your father; he won't ignore this!"
Molly quickly pulled her hand back, lowered her head, and after a few seconds of silence, said softly, "You go out first. Dad called me. I have to go downstairs soon."
Kimberly sighed helplessly and left.
Once the door closed, Molly immediately took out her phone to dial Evelyn's number.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally mustered the courage and called Evelyn.
The call was answered quickly, and a gentle voice came through, "Molly, what's wrong? Do you need help with something?"
Hearing Evelyn's familiar and pleasant voice, Molly felt her throat tighten.
Finally unable to hold back, she felt crystal-clear tears roll down her red eyes.
"Molly? What's wrong? Why aren't you speaking?" Evelyn asked with concern.
"Evelyn, Edward is being bullied."
Evelyn was momentarily confused, thinking Molly was making a big deal out of nothing, and teased, "Edward being bullied? Who could bully him?"
"My Mom and Dad teamed up to bully Edward, they're going to whip him!" Molly was so anxious that she was was pacing back and forth.
"Whip?" Evelyn was stunned.
"Evelyn! Please save Edward! My Dad is about to start, and if he hurts Edward, what should I do?" Molly said sadly.
Patrick had called almost everyone in the house to gather.
In front of everyone, Edward stood in the center, like a cold, isolated island.
Edward had already taken off his suit, wearing only a thin white shirt. The muscles under the shirt were strong and defined, exuding a masculine power that made women's hearts race.
Patrick treated him this way precisely to undermine his self-esteem and humiliate him!
But unexpectedly, Edward, just by standing there proudly without saying anything or moving, had already won!
Seeing that Edward had no intention of apologizing, Patrick swung the whip in his hand, making a sharp, heart-stopping crack on the ground.
"Kneel down!" Patrick shouted.
A rebellious glint flashed in Edward's eyes, and he coldly curled his lips, "Kneel? Do you think that's possible?"
"You!"
"I'll stand right here. If you want to hit me, just do it. Stop wasting time." Edward's eyes were as cold as an icy pond, without a ripple.
Patrick glared at Edward, gritting his teeth, and swung the whip, hitting him three times in a row!
"He's bleeding!" The crowd gasped.
The pure white shirt on Edward's broad back was suddenly stained with bright red blood marks!
Tiffany and Debra were extremely happy, feeling immensely satisfied!
But Edward, his expression unchanged, his spine unyielding, remained strong!
Even though he could feel his skin splitting open, even though each lash aggravated old wounds, causing excruciating pain that made every nerve spasm, his whole body tortured to the point of breaking, he stood firm!
"Do you admit your mistake?" Patrick continued to whip Edward.
"No." Edward's teeth clenched and his jaw held high.
Just as Patrick, eyes red with rage, was about to deliver another fierce lash, two familiar figures, accompanied by a clear, melodious voice, broke through. "Stop!"
Everyone turned to look at the door.
Edward was in pain, his handsome face covered in cold sweat, pale, his vision blurry.
But in the blurry vision, Evelyn's cold and stunning figure made him instantly clear-headed! "Evelyn."
Seeing Evelyn striding towards him, so close, Edward hesitated for two seconds, then his thin lips curled into a barely noticeable smile, and he leaned towards Evelyn.
"Edward!" Evelyn said with concern.
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