Bishop stared at the whip in his hand, his eyes wide with fear as he backed away, shouting, "Theodore, I'm part of the Johnson Family now! If you hurt me, they won't let you get away with it!" Theodore stepped closer, whip in hand, and looked down at Bishop. "How many times did you whip her? Over fifty, right? It's been three years. How about I give you two hundred?" Before Bishop could respond, Theodore lashed him once. Bishop screamed, and a red welt appeared on his white shirt.@@novelbin@@

Theodore scratched his ear and said coldly, "Gag him."

The bodyguards moved in. Without a cloth, they pulled off their socks and stuffed them into Bishop's mouth. Bishop kept cursing until the socks silenced him.

With Bishop gagged, the room fell silent..

Theodore didn't hold back, each lash fueled by three years of pent-up rage. Bishop twitched with every strike. At first, he howled, but soon he didn't have the strength to make a sound.

The stench of the socks made Bishop want to vomit. He wanted to spit them out and tell Theodore it wasn't him who hurt Phoebe, but he had no chance.

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