Chapter 1719: Wherever My Gaze Falls, There Is Everlasting—Just Want to Hear Her Beg for Mercy (3000+)

Looking at his son’s adorable expression, Joseph Lancaster felt his heart softening immensely. He stood up, walked over, picked up the drooling Evander Lancaster, and took Robert’s hand in the other. “Uncle will take you, wash your hands clean, and then you can eat the roast chicken.”

After helping his sons wash their little hands, he brought them back and placed the two little ones on the dining chairs, instructing Sister Zhang to watch over them, while he headed upstairs with two bags.

Joseph Lancaster didn’t knock, he just pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing the woman lying on the bed without any reaction, he gently placed the two bags on the coffee table and tiptoed over.

He sat down on the bed sideways, his eyebrows furrowed with deep concern as he gently lifted the blanket covering Violet Zimmerman, then her pajamas.

Almost as soon as Joseph’s hand touched Violet’s pajamas, she suddenly woke up, warily looking at the man sitting in front of her, her eyes filled with fear, and visibly trembled.

Joseph’s heart ached as he raised his hand to stroke Violet’s head, comforting her softly, “Violet, it’s me,”

Upon seeing clearly the man sitting in front of her, the fear in Violet’s eyes gradually faded, “Joseph, why are you here?”

“Worried about you, so I came to check on you,” Joseph replied, trying his best to keep his tone normal.

What kind of life has the mother of his sons been living? He merely touched her lightly, and she was so terrified.

“I’m fine.”

Violet lowered her eyes, not daring to look into those concerned eyes, because if she did, she would feel too grieved to hold back her tears.

Joseph sighed softly and reached out again to lift Violet’s pajamas, “If you don’t let me see, how can I be at ease?”

Almost simultaneously, Violet tightly gripped the hem of her clothes.

With another sigh, Joseph said, “Do you still want me to worry myself into a faint?”

Violet clenched her lashes, biting her lip, hesitating for a moment before releasing her hands.

Joseph gently lifted the hem of her clothes, revealing several red marks extending from the waistband of her pajama pants. His breath hitched, and his hands paused before carefully pulling down Violet’s pajama pants a little.

Long, linear marks crisscrossed her buttocks and the base of her thighs, some already scabbed, while others still showed swelling.

Joseph’s fingers tightened around the fabric, matching his constrained breath, as if something heavy was pressing on his chest, leaving him feeling very stifled and very hurt.

His trembling fingers landed on those scars, and Joseph’s breath became shaky, “Violet, I’m sorry, it’s my fault that I’ve hurt you.” If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed that his usually gentle brother could be so cruel.

Violet kept her eyes lowered, “It’s my own bad luck.” She once thought she’d found someone she could entrust her life with, but didn’t expect to fall, to jump into a sea of bitterness.

With a sigh, Joseph didn’t continue the conversation; what’s done is done, and words of comfort and guilt are in vain. He got up, walked over to the coffee table, fetched the medicine he bought, and sat back on the bed, silently applying ointment on Violet’s wounds.

Violet bit her finger, trying her best to hold back her tears. More than once, she had thought about why she hadn’t met Joseph first. If they had been married, wouldn’t so many things have happened…

When Daxton Lancaster returned from the company, Violet’s already tense heart tightened even more. She lay on the sofa, watching Daxton patiently lift Evander onto his shoulders to play with their two sons, but her heart could never really settle.

Daxton supported himself on the floor, “Robert, Evander, climb on up.”

Seeing that they were going to play horsey, Evander clapped his little hands in delight, while Robert sensibly helped his brother climb onto their father’s back. He withdrew to the side, “Dad, you can be the horse for Evander. Robert is all grown up now.”

Daxton glanced at Robert but didn’t think much of it. He instructed Evander to hold onto him, then got down on the floor to begin crawling.

Robert came to the sofa and touched Violet’s face with his chubby little hand. This silent comfort from a few-year-old child moved Violet deeply.

On the floor, the father and son played happily. Evander kept kicking his little legs, urging, “Faster, horsey, faster!”

Daxton played with the two children until nearly seven, then sat with them on the sofa to watch cartoons. The gentle-looking man made no mention of what happened at the hospital during the day.

But Violet knew in her heart that this matter wouldn’t just end like that because this man was best at settling scores with her after others had fallen asleep.

As she lay in bed, hearing Daxton approaching with their two sons climbing the stairs, Violet’s unsettled heart raced with fear.

Last night it was the belt; tonight, she didn’t know what method he would use.

Daxton escorted his two sons to the bedroom door, squatted down, and put Evander on the floor, “Robert, take your brother to bed. Tomorrow, Dad will play with you both again.”

“Goodnight, Daddy.” Three-year-old Evander hugged Daxton’s neck and kissed him on the chin, “Ah, good boy.”

Daxton happily kissed his son, then kissed Robert on the cheek as well, standing up to rub their little heads, “Go on, Dad’s watching.”

Robert Lancaster pursed his lips, looking as if he was about to speak but hesitated.

The five-year-old was worried about his mother and feared his father might hit him too, so he silently held his younger brother’s hand and walked towards the double bed.

Violet Zimmerman lay on her side on the bed with her eyes tightly closed, knowing full well that it was Daxton Lancaster who walked into the room, yet she still involuntarily trembled at the sound of the door opening.

As Daxton Lancaster entered his own room, his face lost its amiable smile. When his eyes glanced at the large bed, a shadow immediately cast over.

Speaking of cutting ties with Joseph Lancaster, but secretly visiting him, even kissing…

Daxton Lancaster’s gloomy eyes fell on Violet Zimmerman’s back as his lips curled into a cold smile.

Upon hearing the bathroom door close, Violet instinctively let out a breath. She realized how ridiculous her reaction was, knowing even if Daxton wasn’t “settling scores” with her now, she wouldn’t escape it after he showered.

Sure enough, when Daxton Lancaster returned to bed after showering, the first thing he did was to pull Violet over.

Since Violet was lying with her back to him and Daxton’s actions were sudden, when her injured part pressed against the bed, Violet clearly gasped.

“What’s wrong, are you scared?”

Daxton Lancaster leaned his head on one hand, while his other hand absent-mindedly touched Violet Zimmerman’s face, with a barely-detectable smile on his lips. His face appeared cheerful, yet it emanated an intense chill.

Violet Zimmerman knew she couldn’t escape punishment. Since she couldn’t evade it, she could only face it.

Looking at Daxton Lancaster with an expressionless face, she said, “Do you want the whip again? I’ll go get the belt for you.”

Violet’s calm demeanor genuinely startled Daxton Lancaster, and he stared at her for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

His slender fingers idly traced back and forth on Violet’s face as he spoke nonchalantly.

“It’s said that rods can’t stop a kept woman from seeking company; truly, that old saying isn’t false at all. Yesterday’s belt was harsh, yet you remembered nothing. What excuses do you have this time? I’m not blind; I clearly saw you kissing Joseph. Tell me, how should I punish you this time?”

Violet Zimmerman lowered her gaze and said without expression, “Whatever, as long as it pleases you.”

Violet finished speaking, and Daxton Lancaster laughed, as if he had heard a delightful joke, lifted her chin, and chuckled, “Seeing there’s someone backing you really makes a difference, even your tone is so firm now.”

After saying that, Daxton Lancaster’s smile suddenly vanished, forcibly gripping Violet’s chin, and gritting his teeth, he said, “Violet Zimmerman, do you really think Joseph cares about you, giving you someone to rely on? Ha, stop dreaming! Don’t forget, you are my wife, Daxton Lancaster’s wife! You two will never be together in this life!”

With her chin forcefully lifted, Violet Zimmerman was forced to look at him and calmly said, “I never dreamed of being with Joseph. My life is thin, and I can’t bear such great fortune.”

“You!” Daxton Lancaster’s eyes darkened further and his expression grew more unpleasant.

Because Violet’s words clearly suggested that being with Joseph was a blessing, whereas living with him was akin to a pit of fire.

Suddenly, Daxton Lancaster curled his lips into a smile, “Fine, since I’m a pit of fire, then you shouldn’t expect a good life from now on!”

Daxton finished speaking and pressed Violet underneath him, tearing her nightdress before she could react.

To this humiliating kind of punishment, Violet was already numb. He was like this, unable to do much, yet purposely humiliating.

“…You shameless woman, can’t you live without a man…”

Degrading words drilled into her ears, causing Violet to forcibly turn her face aside, allowing Daxton to have his way. She bit her finger as her back rubbed continuously against the bed, making the newly scabbed and still-unhealed wounds sting painfully…

Violet understood Daxton did this on purpose because the two children sleeping next door were not asleep. He couldn’t use the belt to abuse her, as he needed to maintain a good fatherly image in front of the children…

The edges of her mouth curled slightly. Despite the pain from the pulled wounds, Violet felt pity for Daxton. A man who couldn’t present himself honestly was truly pitiful.

Daxton Lancaster held a grudge in his heart. Violet clearly feared him, yet she never pleaded for mercy when he punished her.

A man with a strong sense of pride is actually displaying a form of insecurity; Violet’s refusal to plead for mercy appeared as a form of contempt in Daxton’s eyes.

He was the Lancaster Family head and her husband, yet she never bowed to him.

The more Daxton thought about it, the angrier he became, intentionally torturing her, just wanting to hear Violet beg for mercy.

However, Daxton didn’t hear Violet beg for mercy, instead, there came the hurried knocking of the servant at the door, “Family Head, Madam, something’s wrong, the old master fell in his room!”