The Lust Of My Husband

In the room, Grandma was leaning back in her chair with a pale face, obviously irritated and just recovered from the shock.

And Suzanne, who had come out of the police station at some point, sat on the side of the bed, crying and wiping tears from her eyes.

Jermaine's leg was not yet healed. He was sitting in a wheelchair with a sullen face as if he was holding back his anger and was about to fly into a rage in a moment.

Selene was lying on the bed, her face black and blue. Her neck was not covered with the quilt and conspicuous hickeys could be seen on it.

She stared blankly at the ceiling as if she had lost her soul.

Juliana said with a frown, "Grandma, I..."

Before Juliana could finish her sentence, Jermaine grabbed something in his hand and threw it over.

It was a glass.

Juliana looked at it and dodged it.

The glass fell to the ground and the pieces were scattered all over the place.

Jermaine looked up and stared at Juliana with fire in his eyes as he yelled at her, "How dare you come back! You still have the nerve to come back! Why don't you go to hell!"

Juliana said calmly, "Do you think I'd want to go back to this place full of garbage if Grandma hadn't asked me to come back?"

Grandma looked up at Juliana, her eyes full of disappointment, and then looked away, as tears fell down.

Suzanne stood up and lunged at her like crazy when she saw her, "Give me back my daughter!"

Juliana watched as Suzanne flung herself at her fiercely and tried to scratch her with her sharp nails.

Juliana directly grabbed Suzanne's wrist and pressed it down.

Suzanne screamed in pain, "Juliana, you've gone too far! There is no sister as vicious as you!"

Juliana looked at Suzanne coldly, "Don't go crazy in front of me, or I'll break your hand next time."

After saying that, Juliana dislocated Suzanne's wrist and pushed her to the ground.

Suzanne was so painful that she cried out, sitting on the ground, "Jermaine, this is your good daughter. She shows no remorse at all and is even swollen with arrogance after getting our daughter hurt. What a misery!"

Jermaine shouted in a deep voice, "Butler, bring me the whip!"

Soon, the butler brought a short, delicate whip and handed it to Jermaine.

Jermaine took the whip and angrily rebuked Juliana, "Kneel down!"

Juliana snorted lightly, "Mr. Lewis, if you don't want to get beaten up, you better put down the whip."

She was not going to kneel and let Jermaine whip her just because he was Juliana's father.

She had not done anything wrong, so why should she kneel down and be beaten?

Jermaine had already been angry and was now even more furious at Juliana's words. He raised his whip and swung it at Juliana hard.

The whip was soft and not quite powerful, but it would still hurt when it hit the body.

Juliana was not going to stand and get beaten. She raised her hand, grabbed the whip effortlessly, and then wrapped it around her hand.

She grabbed the whip without using much strength, but Jermaine couldn't pull it back, no matter how hard he tried.

Jermaine was pissed off, "Juliana, I am your father!"

Juliana sneered, "Sorry, I refuse to have a father like you if I have a choice!"

Jermaine yelled in anger, "Let go!"

Juliana said, "I told you, Mr. Lewis, you'd better drop the whip if you don't want to be beaten. If you're going to hit me, I'll hit you back!"

Jermaine was in a rage because he had not gotten back the whip after pulling it for a long time.

Grandma looked up at Juliana and said in a deep voice, "Juliana, let go."