"Well... that's good. Cutting off her delusions is the only way to solve the problem completely."

Mrs. Cunningham was a ruthless character. She had prepared a red-hot branding iron, one of the ten ancient tortures. Years of disfigurement had twisted her mind.

She wanted her enemy's daughter to taste the pain of disfigurement, just as she had. Mrs. Cunningham found it satisfying to think about.

As the branding iron turned from black to brown and then to bright red, Mrs. Cunningham cautiously approached Eliana, who was still bound.

"Tell me... who is that man?" Mrs. Cunningham demanded with a menacing look.

"Madam, there is no man. I have been framed," Eliana said, well aware that she couldn't escape the branding iron at this point.

In the Cunningham Family, where they treated her like fish on a chopping block, she would be willing to endure punishment herself if it meant protecting Dylan from being exposed. Eliana took a deep breath. She knew she was done for, and her relationship with Dylan was over.

She could feel the temperature rising around her, but the branding iron had yet to touch her face.

When she opened her eyes once more, she was met with the familiar cold and stern face of Dylan. He had stepped in to stop the branding iron.

"Son, what do you mean? I was going to punish this wretched girl! She's a sinner, and she's been causing chaos in the Cunningham Family!"

"Mom... what has she done wrong?"

Dylan looked at the red-hot branding iron. Even if it was a piece of metal, it would surely burn through skin and flesh.

"This slutty girl has kept a man in her room. When I asked her who he was, she wouldn't say. See for yourself." Mrs. Cunningham handed the photos to Dylan.

In that instant, Dylan understood everything. The so-called "wild man" they had been talking about was, in fact, himself.

The nights he had spent with Eliana had become another reason for her to be condemned.

"She's already been beaten like this. Let it go," he said.

"Cousin, are you protecting her? She hasn't even confessed who the man is. By letting Auntie release her like this, is that fair?" Rose's words put Dylan in a difficult position once again.

Rose knew that the man in the photos was him but made it impossible for him to intervene. Dylan glared at Rose with anger in his eyes.

"This is the Cunningham Family, it's not your place to speak..."

"I know I'm an outsider, but I'm still a relative of the Cunningham Family. What do you mean by protecting this girl, Cousin? Is there something between you two?"

"That's enough, get out..." Dylan was furious, and in front of Mrs. Cunningham, he slapped Rose to the ground.

"Son, what are you doing? You hit your cousin for this wretched girl?" Mrs. Cunningham was also angry.

"Mom, this is the Cunningham Family, and no one can meddle in our affairs..." Dylan said, staring at Rose with a hint of killing intent in his eyes.

"The Randle Family owes us too much. My face, and even your father's life, were ruined because of the Randle Family. It wouldn't be excessive even if I disfigure her face now, and if I kill her, it would still be justified..."

Mrs. Cunningham recalled all the hatred she had harbored, and she couldn't wait to destroy her enemy's daughter.

"No... please, no..." Eliana's face turned as pale as a sheet. She couldn't escape this time.

The branding iron grew closer, and she could even feel its scorching heat.

Until the red-hot branding iron was pressed onto Dylan's skin, emitting white smoke and a sizzling sound, leaving everyone present stunned.