The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 509

Chapter 509 The Whip Falls Flat

Chapter 509 The Whip Falls Flat

All the relatives looked toward the Saunders family with the eagerness of spectators at a circus,

Brother against sister. A mother taking sides. The show was just getting started.

Mr. Terrance clutched the whip, but noticed Owen hadn’t reached for it.

In fact, the moment Owen’s fingers brushed the whip, he recoiled as if burned,

Mr. Terrance frowned and urged, “Take it! With trash like her, you have to beat her until she obeys. Otherwise she’ll keep walking all over you! Didn’t your mother and I teach you how to manage a household? This isn’t the time to go soft! You used to be great at this–what, you’re growing up and losing your nerve now? It’s because you haven’t disciplined her that she’s gotten this bold, daring to raise her hand to her elders! If you don’t put your foot down today, you’re the one she’ll hit next!”

His words buzzed like a swarm of flies in Owen’s ears, a piercing, incessant drone. Owen snapped. “That’s enough!”

He grabbed the whip our of Mr. Terrance’s hand.

Mr. Terrance’s face lit up in triumph. Owen had finally come to his senses.

He let go of the whip, casting a smug look toward the other relatives–like he was inviting them to enjoy the show with him.

The Moore family’s only “success story” was Lily’s branch.

People envy the rich and despise the poor–especially relatives. They act like they’re rooting for you, bur deep down, they can’t wait to see your life fall apart. The worse you have it, the happier they are.

But Lily and her son never understood that. All they ever did was chase their approval.

Yunice stared at the whip in Owen’s hand. Gill visibly tense, clutched a cushion protectively in front of Yunice, clearly ready to fight him off.

Owen caught her reaction and scoffed. What did she think–that her own brother was really going to beat his sister in front of everyone with that thorn–covered whip?

Holding the whip felt like gripping a branding iron. The heat seared into his chest

He knew that ever since bringing Yunice back from the asylum, he’d been locked in a battle of wills with her–always trying to win, to dominate her, to make her submit.

He had even hit her in fits of anger/without thinking. But those were moments of rashness, not premeditation.

Now, holding the whip, the memories stabbed at him–how he’d used it to lash Yunice and her clothes tore apart.

er back bled

When he thought back to the image of her blood–soaked back, even he was horrified that he’d once gone

that far.

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Chapter 509 The Whip Falls Flat

All for one measly compliment from Mr. Terraner?

What the hell was Mr. Terrance anyway? Just a petty old than with a mean streak.

He’d raised two disgusting, sleazy sons. What did he know about running a family?

All he’d ever done was leverage his status as an elder, Lily’s desperation to please, and Owen’s youth to seize control of the Saunders household.

And thinking back… was Yunice even wrong that day?

All she’d done was greet Mr. Terrance–and he hadn’t heard her. But he grabbed that as an excuse to make

a scene.

He said she was rude and ordered ten lashes.

But was failing to greet someone really such a grave crime?

Mr. Terrance’s sons had been arrogant freeloaders in the Saunders home for years. No one ever disciplined them.

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