CHAPTER 133: CHAPTER 133: DAMIEN LANCASTER KNEELS FOR PUNISHMENT

"Wait." Ivy Summers slowly backed away until she reached the table behind her and stopped, her hand quietly reaching back.

"Even in death, people deserve to know the truth. How exactly did Sophie end up in your hands?"

"You don’t know?" The man seemed unwilling to hide it, "Naturally, Mr. Lancaster personally brought her over."

The man walked towards her again, his eyes full of desire.

Ivy Summers clenched her molars; she knew this, but she didn’t know why Damien Lancaster had to do it.

"Why did he bring Sophie to you?"

"For another child, another child from the Lancaster Family was kidnapped. To save that child, Mr. Lancaster sent this child over in exchange."

A loud buzzing echoed in Ivy Summers’ ears again, the absurdity of the truth already imagined behind it all.

But she had underestimated it.

It was for Annelise, Damien Lancaster personally sent Sophie over and rescued Annelise.

How could he...

How could he...

How could he do this? He clearly knew Sophie had been kidnapped before, he knew that those people were the ones who had kidnapped her, yet he still did it!

Did he ever think of Sophie?

Is Annelise Lancaster’s life a life and Sophie’s life isn’t?

Ivy Summers only felt the surrounding air turn cold, and every breath burned with icy chills in her chest.

She trembled, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, pain surged through, and Ivy Summers lowered her head, unable to restrain a cold laugh.

The man thought she was crazy, laughing continuously at a time like this. He directly pulled off his belt and walked towards Ivy Summers, grabbing her shoulders and throwing her onto the bed.

He couldn’t wait to press down on her, Ivy Summers was beautiful, with a great figure. What man wouldn’t be tempted, especially with such an opportunity right in front of him.

As his disgusting head was about to lower, Ivy Summers neither struggled but asked with terrifying calmness in her eyes, "Is your camera recording or streaming?"

"What’s the difference?"

"There is." Ivy nodded, "If it’s recorded, you’ll die horribly leaving evidence."

"What about live streaming?"

"You’ll die even more miserably, with your bones crushed and scattered, not even a corpse will be found."

The terrifying calmness in Ivy Summers’ eyes made her words unbelievably convincing, scaring the man enough to stop.

"I know someone is making you do this from behind the scenes; she hasn’t considered you at all. If the video or stream leaks, even if Damien Lancaster no longer wants me as his wife, he won’t let you go."

"What do you suggest then?"

"Turn off the camera, so besides me, no one will know what you did, and you won’t have any trouble."

The man sneered, glancing at her, "So you’re thinking for my sake?"

"I’m considering you, so why not let me be more comfortable?"

The man felt she made sense. He heard Damien Lancaster doesn’t love his wife, but not loving doesn’t mean he would accept being cuckolded.

He had heard of Damien Lancaster’s methods. If the video leaked, he’d be in big trouble.

With that thought, the man walked over, turned off the camera, and tossed it aside.

"Just close this glass window; I don’t like being watched."

"You really are demanding."

The man walked over, picked up the remote, and the wall began to slowly close back.

Just as he turned, Ivy Summers was already behind him, raising the whip in her hand and striking him hard.

A painful howl erupted, and before he could react, Ivy swung the whip down again.

Her eyes were full of fierce sharpness.

Bastard! Pervert! Damn! They all deserve to die!

Why? What did she and Sophie do wrong? Why do they have to suffer so much?

The man was struck with several bloody welts, and by the third strike, he no longer gave her a chance, quickly grabbing Ivy Summers’ wrist and kicking her in the abdomen.

"Bitch, dare to trick me."

That kick hurt Ivy Summers so much she couldn’t breathe, collapsing onto the bed, unable to get up.

The man stripped off his shirt, walking towards Ivy with anger, yanking her hair, "Bitch, I’ll make you regret this."

Ivy Summers clenched her molars, furiously kicking the man, who picked up the whip and lashed it onto Ivy’s body.

The man’s strength was much greater than hers; one whip left Ivy’s whole arm numb.

"Ah..." Ivy couldn’t help voicing her pain.

"Scream, keep screaming, I’ll make you scream to your heart’s content." The whip continued to strike Ivy until she was hoarse, and finally, the man stopped.

"Refused wine but drink punishment wine." He leaned over to tear Ivy’s clothes.

Tears of despair slid down Ivy Summers’ cheeks.

What despaired her even more was the brutal truth she had discovered.

Damien Lancaster had given Sophie to the kidnappers for another child.

Ivy Summers closed her eyes, feeling an urge to die.

But if she died, what would happen to Sophie, what would happen to her Sophie?

With this thought, her lifeless eyes regained some brightness as Ivy summoned her strength and struggled again.

But ultimately, a woman’s strength cannot match a man’s...

At this moment, Rachel Shaw was watching the scene unfold through a foreign monitor, a cruel smile on her lips.

Ivy Summers, just wait to be humiliated to death.

As she was thinking this, the door on Ivy Summers’ side was kicked open.

There was a "boom" sound.

"Who is it?" The man tearing at Ivy Summers’ clothes turned his head in dissatisfaction, only to be kicked away by someone.

The man slammed heavily into the wall, and when he lifted his head, he saw Damien Lancaster with a grim expression.

Seeing Ivy Summers on the bed, clothes disheveled and covered in blood, Damien Lancaster suddenly turned his head, eyes bloodshot. He grabbed a stick from one of his subordinates and walked over to the man.

The man seemed to see the King of Hell, screaming in panic, "Spare me, spare me... spare me..."

Damien Lancaster used all his strength and struck down hard, once, twice, three times...

On the third strike, the man was a bloody pulp, completely motionless. Damien Lancaster seemed unsatisfied until a "crack" was heard, and the stick in his hand broke in two, only then did he stop.

This side of Damien even Julian Jacobs dared not intervene.

Spitting out the blood froth that splattered into his mouth, Damien Lancaster abruptly threw the stick away, took off his coat, and covered Ivy Summers with it. Angrily, his voice like ice shards, he roared, "What are you looking at? Get out."

The subordinates immediately reacted, lowered their heads, and withdrew.

Looking at the whip marks on Ivy Summers, Damien Lancaster felt such pain that even his fingertips trembled. His eyes were bloodshot as he frantically held Ivy Summers, "Ivy, I’m sorry, I’m late..."

In Damien Lancaster’s arms, Ivy Summers closed her eyes, and tears mixed with blood flowed from the corners of her eyes, like tears of blood.

Ivy Summers remained motionless and asked, "Damien Lancaster, did you bring Sophie to save Annelise Lancaster?"

Damien Lancaster was stunned.

"Did you exchange Sophie’s life for Annelise’s life?"

Damien Lancaster tightened his hold on her arms.

"Speak, why aren’t you speaking? Afraid to say it? The lives of your Lancaster children are lives, but Sophie’s life isn’t?"

"Do you know what the two of us went through?"

"Sophie, a five-year-old child, was almost..."

Ivy Summers choked up, unable to say the last few words. She bit her lip hard until it bled, feeling the physical pain but unable to surpass the heartache.

In Damien Lancaster’s eyes was endless guilt and regret.

Outside, Noah Scott came in with people too, but without a clear address, he had to spend time searching a broader area, arriving late.

Julian Jacobs searched the whole area but couldn’t find Sophie.

Swallowing his nerves, Julian Jacobs stepped forward to report, and upon reaching the doorway, he heard...

A "smack" sound.

Ivy Summers’ slap landed fiercely on Damien Lancaster’s face.

This slap made Julian Jacobs’ heart tighten.

"Sir..."

Damien Lancaster raised his hand and kneeled on one knee in front of Ivy Summers, looking at her, willing to take as many slaps as needed for her anger to dissipate.

But Ivy Summers wouldn’t even spare him another slap, pushing him away, and despite her injuries, she walked out.

Knowing she was worried about Sophie, Julian Jacobs reminded her as she stumbled past him, "Madam, we searched all the rooms here and couldn’t find Miss Sophie."

As soon as their people came in, they dispersed to search everywhere, only finding Ivy Summers.

Ivy Summers’ pupils contracted sharply, thinking of the compartment. She rushed over and grabbed the remote, and the wall slowly moved to reveal transparent glass, but no one was inside.

Ivy Summers staggered, unable to support herself, and fell.

Damien Lancaster’s expression changed abruptly. He dashed forward and quickly caught her.

At that moment, another hand reached over, and Noah Scott punched Damien Lancaster in the shoulder, taking Ivy Summers into his own arms.

Ivy Summers, severely injured, fainted. Noah Scott, with a cold face, held her horizontally.

"Get lost; you’re not worthy of touching her."

Damien Lancaster’s eyes turned cold suddenly.

Noah Scott looked at him, curling his lips into a sneer, "For an unrelated child, risking your child to save... Damien Lancaster, you’re the biggest joke in the world."

Damien Lancaster’s pupils tightened sharply, "What do you mean?"

At that moment, a subordinate ran in to report, "Sir, a car was seen leaving through the back entrance."

Noah Scott said nothing more and carried Ivy Summers out with large strides.

Damien Lancaster stepped forward.

His own child?

His mind spun with countless possibilities, but he didn’t dare to think further.

It’s impossible.

It can’t be.

He had done a paternity test; Sophie was not biologically related to him.

"Sir, we must rescue Sophie." Julian Jacobs urgently reminded, interrupting Damien Lancaster’s already chaotic thoughts.

Yes.

Save Sophie.

Damien Lancaster spoke heavily, "Pursue."

Nothing is more important now than getting Sophie back.