Sophie Sullivan reached out her hand, and the man in black handed over a horse whip.
Smack!
The horse whip lashed through the sky like a frenzied spirit snake, striking on the ground.
"Andrew, you're not convinced?"
Andres sneered, and Sophie Sullivan nodded. "Looks like you're not."
In the next second, the horse whip in her hand shot out, lashing across his face.
With a sharp crack, skin split and meat tore open.
Margaret started struggling, crying out, "Cecilia Branford, are you insane? He's your Uncle, and in front of your Grandpa and Grandma, you actually dare treat him like this?"
"What is there that I, Cecilia Branford, don't dare to do?" Sophie Sullivan sneered. "You slashed up my face, ruined my voice, pushed me down from the building and caused me to lose my memory, then locked me up in an overseas asylum and tortured me. When you did all that, did you ever think I was your niece?"
