“Who is it? Stop right there!” Dylan’s raging roar filled the air. The incident involving Eliana had driven him close to madness.

“Mr. Cunningham, we really don’t know…”

Everyone groaned in despair. Dylan was already an intimidating figure on a normal day, but his rage was now terrifying.

“You’re not going to talk, huh? Bring in the whip!”

The first to be whipped were the guards on duty. They were dragged out and beaten, but they had been drugged and knew nothing.

The whip had been left behind by Mrs. Cunningham, who used to punish the servants for their mistakes. It hadn’t been used in three years, and now it...