Chapter 373

"Walter, my dear grandson, finding a mistress while your wife's expecting?"

The sound of a sharp smack echoed.

A cane, as if it had thorns, struck Walter's back with force. His shirt, already strained to its limits, tore open, revealing the raw, painful wounds beneath.

The once pristine white shirt was then dotted with red, like tiny, delicate flowers, or perhaps like drops of blood and tears falling, creating a pattern of splattered teardrops.

Walter's back was on fire, but that pain was nothing compared to the chill in his heart.

"Just hit me, then!" He yelled defiantly at Trey, as if he had nothing left to lose.

Deep down, he thought it would be better to die at his grandfather's hand than to face the humiliation of divorcing Evangeline later.

There was a saying, no? No matter how many years they had been together, if they did not have that divorce certificate, they were together for life.

"What are you trying to say?" Trey, having used all his strength in that last hit, too